Turnabout is Fairplay by msboy8

Codes:
Fantasy Magic Rough Torture Snuff Humor

This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence. This story may not be used for wrapping fish or any other commercial endeavor without the author's expressed permission.

I, msboy8, can confirm that I am the originator and copyright holder of this story.

Edited by Pair-a-dice. All mistakes are mine and not his.

This story was inspired by the computer game "Oblivion" and the movie "Heavy Metal" (can anyone say 'Bu-La-Tec'). My biggest inspiration still remains asking myself "What If?" I hope you enjoy reading this story.

Originally published in Pleasures from the Pen

Turnabout is Fairplay

Belinda was terrified! She had been in her laundry room folding clothes one second and was outside the next. Not just outside, but an outside she had never seen before. The sky was purple for Pete's sake! Not just a normal purple, but with lime green streaks running through it. A normal God fearing Christian woman, mother of two normal grade school kids, married to a boring, but safe accountant; Belinda did the only thing she could think to do. She closed her eyes and confidently counted to ten. She was even more amazed that when she opened her eyes, nothing had changed. Belinda's overwrought, suburban mind did the next logical thing. Belinda's body crumpled to the ground in a dead faint.

Things had not improved for Belinda when she came to. She was now inside a cave or cavern. It was dark with torch light coming from other parts of the cave. Belinda started to hyperventilate, but then her housewife's instincts kicked in. This is just like any other crisis, I can handle it. I must not panic. It's like when Stan brought home his clients unannounced. I was not expecting guests, but I had to deal with it.

Belinda's breathing slowed and she took stock of her situation. She was lying naked on an uncomfortable stone table. Her arms and legs were bound in a spread-eagle position. Trying to move brought the rattle of chains. OK. Now I have taken stock of my situation and I can handle it. It's obvious. I'm some kind of human sacrifice on a stone altar. Belinda started to hyperventilate again. Her quest for unconsciousness was interrupted by the sound of chanting. The light in the chamber grew stronger as some figures carrying torches shuffled in and arranged themselves in a wide ring around Belinda.

The figures were humanoid with a shiny reptilian skin and they were naked. They were also very aroused, with their heavy dicks hanging from their powerful frames. Great, not only a human sacrifice, but a sex sacrifice as well. The chanting continued and rose in volume as it echoed around the large cavernous chamber. Belinda realized that they were chanting a name. Oh great, a designated hitter. I wonder why I'm so calm, analyzing everything like it's not happening to me. This is just like when the twins painted themselves and the bed room in my mother-in-law's house with nail polish. Nothing I could do but to ride out the storm, and that was a stormy day.

The cavern was suddenly filled with an almost visible electric energy. The chanting climaxed with a final shout and all the torches went out. Belinda felt a smooth claw run up her thigh. It was pressing hard enough to hurt, but not to break the skin. OK, now it's time to panic. The torches were starting to be relit, bringing the room and the large, shadowy figure leaning over Belinda into view.

It was humanoid, with leathery red skin, a bald head, horns and was also naked. It was also in an extreme state of sexual arousal, but his cock made the lizard men's dicks look like the smaller souvenir bats given out to fans at a MLB stadium. His was the original Louisville Slugger. His erect shaft was not smooth like a real baseball bat would be. It was studded with various screw and nut-like 'growths' that would make a lasting impression on the person receiving this 'party favor'. This is it. I know he's gonna stick that thing into me and I'm gonna die in a most excruciating way.

Belinda's thoughts were interrupted by the approach of one of the lizardmen wearing a robe. Oh, the Master of Ceremonies. He must be here to throw out the first ball and get the game started. I cannot believe how calm I am, this doesn't seem real. The lizardman muttered something unintelligible and grasped her boobs in its clawed hands. In spite of everything that was happening, his smooth touch caused Belinda's nipples to become erect. The lizardman nodded in appreciation and squeezed her tits hard. Belinda gasped in pain as six claws punctured each breast. The robed lizardman dipped his claws into the blood that was pooling around her belly-button and drew various lines and symbols on her body. Once he was finished, he bowed to the tall leathery figure and backed away.

It was amazing. I felt the pain and knew what the final outcome would be, yet I was not at all troubled. Go figure! It's like I'm both here yet not here. Gore-at-lum, at least that's what they were chanting, grabbed Belinda's quivering thighs and pulled her body towards his. She felt pain and screamed, his claws mercilessly digging into her legs drawing more blood. Belinda's arms, her hands chained to the top of the altar, were pulled out of their sockets with a sickening pop. Her screams faded to constant moaning as her brain tried to deal with the tortuous treatment of her body.

Gore-at-lum's impartial, yellow eyes stared in to Belinda's as he thrust his pelvis forward and impaled her on his leather tool. Her cunt was dry, but it wouldn't have mattered if she was aroused and wet. Belinda screamed as his studded shaft plowed its way into her soft tissue, providing its own lubrication with her blood as it tore an angry hole between her legs. The demon pounded and pounded his large dick into Belinda spraying them both with her blood as he slammed into her. She didn't know how long it went on, but when she finally passed out from blood loss her throat had already been screamed hoarse.

Belinda's body slowly faded from the altar, the only sign that she had been there was the blood stained altar and Gore-at lum's prominent cock.

- - - - -

Special Agent James Douglass of the F.B.I slammed down the phone and shouted "It's happened again! This time in a suburb near Rapid City, South Dakota. This has to be a massive hoax! It can't be anything else!" The other agents in the office would not make eye contact with Douglass. They had never seen him this upset before and were worried that he would look to them for answers; they were as baffled as he was.

Douglass glared at the young man that approached his desk. "What?" he growled. Douglass recognized the man from somewhere deep in the bowels of the Federal building, the research department, or something.

""Agent Douglass, I am Travis." Travis held out his hand, Douglass shook his hand, surprised at the firm grip. He told Travis to have a seat and asked him what brought him out of the dungeon. "The grapevine says that you've caught a case that won't be solved, a case that follows no logical pattern, a puzzle without clues, at least not ones the eye can see. At least not an untutored eye, I can provide access to that eye." "Do you do magic tricks yourself, or just have friends who can divine things, perhaps they read tea leaves or will examine the bumps on the victims heads? You did hear that the women have not a mark upon them, nothing to prove the incidents, except their wild stories."

"I had heard all that; that is why I'm here. What I heard gives me every reason to believe that the occult is involved and I know a college professor who may be able to explain these incidents. Unless, of course, you've made a break through.

"Take me to him"

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Professor Whitaker's office was an oversized broom closet jammed into an ivy covered building that had been donated by a family with too much money or a troublesome college kid. His office was untidy to the point of needing professional help. Travis introduced Douglass as the F.B.I. agent in charge of the case involving the troubled women. Whitaker shook the offered hand then hurried to clean off the only other office chair so Douglass could sit. The papers and books ended up on the floor while Travis found a empty spot on the wall to lean against.

"When Mr. Travis contacted me I did some research. I give you some information on the 'abductions', but you are going to have to accept some things on face value which go against everything you have been taught. As a matter of fact, you would be drummed out of the F.B.I. if you professed belief in them. Are you sure you wish my help?"

"To tell you the truth Professor this entire case makes me uncomfortable. I like bad guys that I can touch and feel, slam up against a wall if needed. But there was another incident last night and I have no other options. I need to stop this, whatever it takes." Douglass' mouth twisted into a uncomfortable smile. "Do I need to bite the head off a bat or something?"

"Nice Ozzy Osborne reference, but you won't have to do anything so distasteful. I was able to determine why this is happening." The professor leaned back in his chair and chewed on his glasses. "For centuries people, witches, wizards and the like, have been conjuring demons and their ilk for their own purposes. It appears that they have managed to learn how to conjure people, at random, for their uses."

"As abhorrent as these incidents are, they have answered a lot of questions that students of the occult have had since the practice of conjuration was first introduced. Let me try to describe some facts about the act that I have learned".

"The creature or person summoned apparently inhabits a simulacrum in the other reality. It allows the summoned to be used any way the summoner wants without suffering any physical harm. That will allow the creature to be summoned at a later date, yet still be 'like new'. The reason that the same woman wasn't summoned again may be that the other worldly summoners have not perfected their technique yet. I suspect they are trying to summon a virgin. That would supply a lot more mystical energy, that's why virgins have been sacrificed over the centuries."

Douglass interrupted the professor, "That is all very interesting, but how do we stop it from happening? We must protect the public! What surprises me that some men haven't been accidentally summoned.

"Some may have been summoned as foot soldiers for some demonic battles, but I cannot imagine them calling the F.B.I. about it. There is a little thing called masculine pride. Besides, who would believe them. As to stopping the 'abductions', a man from Hollywood, California once said that it was easier to get something into the newspaper than to keep something out of it. Unfortunately, that is the case here. There are ways for individuals to protect themselves and limit the chance of being summoned, but I cannot logically see everyone doing what they is required to limit the chance of being summoned against their will. Neither can I see the F.B.I. suggesting such a course of action."

Agent Douglass looked like he had just taken a bite out of an apple and found half a worm in it. He was definitely not pleased. Travis suddenly levered himself off the wall and blurted out, "I've got an idea! Professor, you said that people could make it harder for the 'demons' to summon them; could people make it easier to be summoned?"

Douglass interrupted again, "That's crazy Travis, we're trying to stop it from happening not encouraging it."

"The way the professor explained it the people summoned do not actually suffer any physical harm. People risk life and limb doing extreme sports trying to spice up their lives. Its a billion dollar industry, I'm sure that we could get some volunteers to be available for summoning; maybe even start a new phenomenon." Professor Whitaker's face assumed a thoughtful look.

"Agent Douglass you can tell your supervisors that the problem is being handled. Professor Whitaker and I will be handling it. I was being bored to death in the records department anyway."

- - - - -

Danny Travis cleared his throat attracting the attention of the men and one woman in the room. The potential warriors were dressed up in everything from replica medieval armor to battle fatigues; weapons ranged from two handed swords to 9mm pistols and Mini 14s. There was even one joker with a duck gun and a small chainsaw. He was sure to make a big impression if was summoned.

"I would like you all to remember that you may or may not be summoned tonight; if not summoned you will be given a free pass for another time. Remember the idea is to have fun and experience combat without risk of bodily harm. No matter what happens you will return here after your adventure hale and hearty. Have fun!"

Travis knew that Professor Whitaker was delivering a similar speech to the maidens in the other room. The idea had been embraced by the public like nothing before, their 'vacations' were booked solid five weeks in advance. The F.B.I. was happy, the unwanted 'abductions' had stopped. Best of all, there was no end to the summonings in sight and no complaints had been heard from the nether world either.

The End

� msboy8 2007

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