Authors Note: I've often heard it said, "Write what you know." Well, in my real life, aside from writing erotica (porn), and enjoying the same, I am just a big ol' nerd. I love going to the movies, I write Fantasy (non-erotic), I devour all aspects of Fantasy/Sci-Fi and Horror on TV and, I play Dungeons and Dragons. I have since the late 70's with barely any perceptible breaks during the intervening years. Judging by how many stories there are on Literotica that deal with fantasy plots and set-ups, (Orcs, Elves, Werewolves, etc.) I would say that I am not alone in these seemingly disparate interests. Many a lonely nerd has pined away in their imagination for the sexy eleven wench to comfort him in the dark of the night.
This story came to me almost full blown in a single instant when my beautiful muse, Wendy, suggested that if we were hanging out together during one of my games, I could share her with my group. An interesting idea thought I, and lo and behold, you see before you the results. I dutifully dedicate this story to Wendy and to anyone who ever had a spouse or significant other who did not understand why a grown man (or woman) wanted to play a make-believe game, and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
And, just to get the fine print out of the way, real rape is bad, everyone involved (meaning Wendy and I) consented to being in this story and if rough non-consent isn't your cup of tea, please feel free to go elsewhere and let us game in peace.
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"What the fuck is all of this?" Wendy stared at Chris's basement in disbelief. The large room had been transformed from a light, spacious downstairs room that held a few pieces of exercise equipment and a couple of recliners facing a big screen TV on the wall, to some sort of dark, gothic fan boys' idea of a fantasy torture chamber. There was a long table in the middle of the room with 6 padded straight back chairs surrounding it and Chris's own captain's chair sitting at the head of it. That however was the only 'normal' looking part of the room. On the walls were hanging large posters and framed prints of several fantasy artists including Frank Frazetta, Brom, Michael Whelan and Julie Bell. Long lengths of chain had been suspended from the ceiling and draped down around the room in sweeping loops. The recliners were nowhere to be seen and had been replaced by a single large wood and iron chair that had a hole in the center of the seat and manacles on the arms and legs. There was even a large wooden St. Andrews cross set up in one corner of the room.
The table itself was covered with a flowing red covering with black spiderweb designs along the border. There were ornate looking wooden goblets placed in front of each chair and dark wooden boxes covered with carvings of dragons, unicorns and wizards. They were lined with felt and each one had a handful of dice scattered in them. The dice were the kind that Chris and his friends used when they played their Dungeons and Dragons game, though Wendy had never really understood how to use the odd shaped dice or even how you played the silly game. Chris had tried several times to explain it to her but as soon as she heard him start to talk about grown men pretending to be a rough barbarian or a wily wizard who could cast spells, her mind just sort of shut off.
Chis was smiling ear to ear and gesturing at the god-awful mess he had made of his perfectly nice basement. He seemed to have not the slightest clue that Wendy thought he had lost his mind.
It's great, right!" he said, pointing at the table and the oddly decorated walls. "I've been working on getting this set up for a month and now it's finally ready. It will really add to the atmosphere for the game!" Chris beamed t her and waited for her response. Wendy just stared at the disastrous mess he had made down here and couldn't help but think how much he must have spent on this mess.
Chris and Wendy had been seeing each other for almost a year and overall, Wendy really liked him, but this obsession he had with this silly fantasy game had always bothered her a little. Sometimes she thought that it seemed like he cared more about the game than he did about her. And now, all this? It was just stupid. She took a deep breath and tried to get her emotions under control.
"It's...certainly, something." She said slowly. "But why exactly did you do all this?" Chris looked at her and furrowed his brow, as if the question didn't make sense.
"Why? For the game, of course. I mean, we've been playing at Rob's house lately and he's always bragging about his cool wooden Dungeon Master's screen that he made, and his multiple sets of metal dice. Last time we played, he even had a whole new set of miniatures, painted and everything. He acts as if he's better than everyone else. Well, I'll show him what's really cool!" Chris beamed at Wendy again, as if he had adequately answered her question. Wendy stared at her boyfriend and wondered, not for the first time, how old he really was.
Chris was a dispatcher at large statewide trucking company, and he made pretty decent money doing it. He was in his late 40's and had worked for the company for about 8 years. He was well educated and had a degree in English from the local university. He owned his house and was a good lover. But this silly obsession with pretending to be warlocks and warriors fighting dragons and demons or whatever, was something that Wendy just could not wrap her head around. She sighed and shook her head as she looked over what she thought of as the mess he had made of his basement.
"Chris, I'm sorry but I just don't get it. I mean, why do you care what those losers you hang around with think anyway? This silly game of yours is, well...its just dumb." She couldn't think of another word to describe this whole thing. Chris stared at her, a slight frown creasing his face.
"You don't like it? I thought..." he trailed off looking to Wendy's eyes like nothing more than a kid whose puppy she had just kicked.
"Thought what?" she asked him, genuinely interested in what he had thought.
"I thought that if you saw all this," and he gestured around the room once again, "you would understand what I see in the game. Why I love it so much." He looked at Wendy hopefully, but she just stared back at him with a blank and somewhat confused look on her face. He looked at her for a moment and then let out a heavy sigh. "But you don't, do you?" Wendy just shook her head slowly.
"I'm sorry Chris, I really just don't get the appeal." She saw the hurt on his face and tried to soften the blow, a little. "I can see it's important to you, though." Chris smiled and nodded eagerly.
"It is!" He looked at Wendy and then moved up close to her, reaching out and taking her hands in his. "can't you just try to understand, for me?" Wendy held his hands and returned the squeeze as she met his gaze squarely.
"I...don't know. It all seems so, silly." Chris's grin faded a little, but he took a deep breath and leaned in towards his girlfriend.
"Just for tonight," he said, "stay down here, and watch the game. I'll even let you help me. You can run an NPC I have." A look of confusion crossed Wendy's face.
"NPC?"
"A non-player character" Chris explained. It's not a player character like the guys play, it's like," Chris groped for an analogy that Wendy would understand. "It's like an extra in a TV show. They just show up, give the main character a useful piece of advice and then go on their way."
