Chemistry for the Win

A few notes for clarity:

All characters are adults over the age of eighteen.

This story contains less graphic violence than my normal stories. Also missing is the cannibalism, arson, and church burning common to my other stories. I have been advised it comes off less as Romeo and Juliet and more as a porno script written by a sophomoric and immature Rob Zombie and set in the twilight zone.

Wood alcohol is highly poisonous, don't drink it. And methanol fire burns hot and invisible, which sounds made up, sadly a youtube search for 'Indy 500 Rick Mears has a pit fire' shows it not made up and gives an example that is horrific in the extreme. Thallium is also a nasty bit of fatal.

Sex acts include :

Naked male-clothed females

MFF

Streaking and exhibitionism

Midgets and nekos being spanked on the face with minotaur penises

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I knew better than to touch the forbidden Tome of Eldritch knowledge with my bare hands. The pair of iron fireplace tongs I used to pull the book off the top shelf of the old dusty bookcase simmered. By the time I had used them to move the ancient tome to a table and push it open to the first chapter the tongs gave off a hiss that reminded me of hot metal getting plunged into water. I pushed the half empty jar of thallium and the vial of Prussian blue off to one side, I was not sure what would happen if they touched the book.

The hissing sounds echoed off the halls of the library of the Ladies Sorcery Academy of Celaeno. In theory, none of the girls would be allowed out of their dormitory houses this late. In practice, enough lights and sounds at any school anywhere was sure to attract attention sooner or later.

The Amazing Dungeons and Deceptions Dragon Master's guide, in some places called the AD&D DM guide, gave off an aura of power that was almost visible to the naked eye. That the book would react so strongly to iron was a sure sign that some type of fey glamour possessed it. It appeared to be some sort of game book.

The book needed to be burnt. If it was a person, effort would be made to drive out the possession entity, but with a book it was easier to just burn it and let the world be rid of one more evil.

This was not the only work that had been twisted by dark eldritch horrors whom existed beyond space and time. The play called The King in Yellow was known to cause madness in any who had read it. The Naacal Empire often included false pages into their forbidden tomes which would cause blindness if read more than once. If read aloud, many phases in the Aklo language could be used as a killing word or to induce insanity.

Its owner was as good as dead. Anyone choosing to keep a copy of such vile nonsense instead of turning it over to one of the Holy Orders set up to protect the world from evil could expect to burn along with the book. Especially in this case as the owner had temporary loaned the tome to a school library where anyone could access it and get possessed. They were openly working to aid the fey, no treason could be greater.

I started reading the first few paragraphs. I needed to know what it said to know how it was warping peoples' minds. As I feared, it was vile racist nonsense. The fey loved turning people against one another other and causing strife. It was easy to turn people against each other when the others were seen as different or outsiders.

The first chapter was on race. According to the book, Orcs, as well as half-Orcs such as I, were brutal, uncivilized, mud people. Our intelligence was hardly above that of a wild beast. We had no cities or industry, relying only on theft of weaker races for our food. I started laughing as I read the next few lines; apparently, the only time Orcs take turns is while raping. "Uh huh." I muttered to myself. On the plus side, the book advises we have '+5 negroloid strength' and are 'too stupid to fear danger.'

I checked a few of the other races. It was the same garbage. According to the book, there is something called an oriental Jew Goblin. All the oriental Jew Goblins do is swindle people and hoard gold by secretly running all the banks in the world. They also worship the gods of evil for some reason.

I used the iron tongs to flip a few chapters ahead to a chapter on the campaign and scenario setting. According to the game book the heroes live in a strange and magically place called Gameland. The official ruler is a powerful Orc chief named King Willie Horsecock. He rules over a savage tribe of Orcs that are little more than big-lipped jungle monkeys. Secretly, the Goblins are the power behind the throne. The peace of the land had been shattered by a group of white women who, while acting willful and uppity, snuck into the Orc camp late one night and stole all their watermelons.

The purpose of the game was for players characters, as white Human males from a local farming village, to become heroes of Gameland by performing quests. One quest involved getting the uppity white women back to town and put them in their place by getting them pregnant and chaining them barefoot in a kitchen. Another quest was the genocide of all the Orcs before the Orcs got drunk and started chucking spears or raping everyone. A third quest involved murdering a bunch of Goblins, robbing their bank, then coming back a few weeks later to rob the graves of the murdered Goblins. My blood ran cold as I read these quests, what would happen if people were mind controlled into believing this was morally right.

Someone was coming up the stairs. I quickly dropped the evil book into a lead and iron lined leather satchel along with the iron fireplace tongs doing my best not to break the two glass jugs in the satchels other pocket.

I heard a pencil drop behind me and spun around to face a group of young women holding wands. The four stripes on their robes let me know they were senior year students. "Oooh, it's an Orc! Are you here from...um...the agency? To, you know, do the thing?" a Halfling asked.

"I'm here on a guild contract." I said matter of factly. "I can't graduate school till I complete my first contract."

"Are you here to rape us Mr.Orc?" One of them called out.

A blue haired Pixie stepped forward, she stared at me wantonly. "He has to rape me first." She proclaimed. She waved a riding crop at me. "But first, he needs to strip, then he needs a spanking. Once he gets naked the real fun can begin." She saw me looking at the vial of Prussian blue on the table and snapped it up, slipping it into her purse. "Nice, what is this, it's the same color as my hair."

"I saw him first, I get to get raped first." a little Halfling said, her chipper sing song voice echoing loudly, before taking a few aggressive steps toward me. She looked me in the eye, winked and giggled as I stepped back a little. "He's shy. I like shy ones. I call dibs on his mouth."

"Shy or not, it's been a long semester. I need to get laid. I need Orc cock in my body. Right. Fucking. Now." The cat-ling or cat of the thunders or thunders cat or whatever it was called purred. The pencil was at her furry paw feet. I realized she had dropped it on purpose in the hopes I would run so she could chase then pounce on me, like I was prey to be hunted.

A tough looking Dwarf stepped around a corner behind me, she was the one I had heard coming up the stairs. "Orcs like watermelons, I'll give you a watermelon if you suck my melons first, Mr.Orc." She pulled her robes up over her head before shaking a pair of meaty tits at me. The huge pink nipples pointed at me menacingly. "I shaved my beard so I look more womanly. Where is your friend? There should be two of you, the agency promised two Orcs or Minotaurs?"

I tried to think of something non-threaten to say to the women. "I work alone. I don't want to hurt you." I blurted. "You're safe but you've been possessed, forced to act this way by a book."

"Whatever, the school year is over, no more books for us. Now it's time for your spanking." The blue haired Pixie laughed.

"Get your clothes off and show us your dick. Right NOW!" a little red headed Pixie stomped her foot and waved her magic staff up at my face threateningly. I was not sure how to feel about being threatened by a Pixie chick, with her goofy pixie cut hair, as she was at most half my size in her high heeled platform shoes and likely weighed an eighth my weight. A heart beat later she opened up on me with a color spray spell.

I blacked out.

As I came to I noticed both that my shirt was missing and that I was still standing only now my hands had been tied over my head. I noticed the rope was run up to a beam along the ceiling then back down where it was tied off to a stone pillar "Use the scissors! Use the scissors!" a couple of the girls giggled. I gasped, for a few seconds gripped in panic as they started cutting my pants and underwear off my body. I hear the unmistakable sound of the scissors getting placed on a table when they were done and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as it became clear the only things they wanted to cut off me were my clothes.

As soon as my loin cloth had been cut away my manhood had shot up and slapped against my belly. One of the many problems of being an 18 year old half-Orc, a strong wind could cause my penis to swell. I tried to keep my legs closed as best I could.

I listened as they checked that the curtains on all the windows were closed before the room was suddenly flooded with magic light. About forty young ladies crowded around in a half circle in front of me. "Let's get him ready." The Dwarf said.

The red headed Pixie put shackles on my ankles attached to a bar, and started cranking the bar, expending it out. I let her in an effort to show I was not going to hurt her or her friends. After a few seconds I realized it was a spreader bar, I had never seen one before.

The blue haired Pixie spanked my ass with the riding crop a few times before a blind fold was placed over my eyes. She seemed to be in charge, I couldn't tell if she was a ring leader or a first among equals.

I felt a hand on my penis. "I like how the skin moves but it's hard underneath, it's not like a vegetable at all. I wonder why?" The hand's owner asked.

"The superficial fascia is loosely attached to the muscles of the penis. This helps reduce fiction and helps the male's penis move inside his partner more comfortably. "I replied matter of factly, I didn't want to scare or shame the young woman.

"What's your name, Mr.Orc with the big penis and bigger vocabulary?" Purred the cat-girl. "I'm Aiko the Neko."

"I'm Dirk III. I'm a student at the de Munforte School for Gentlemen Assassins in Morpork." I replied. "Half-Orc."

"Oh, I get it, he's playing teacher and student." One of the young women guessed.

"Okay class, today we will be learning about dongoloid hugeus orcus, otherwise known as an orc's big monster cock. The Pixie with the riding corp lectured.

"Is it big?" One of them asked.

"I can see the veins, is that normal, he's not hurt is he?" Another asked.

"It's huge for a human, normal for an orc, about normal for a half orc, maybe a little large. The veins are completely normal, and feel fantastic inside you with one of this girth." I heard the Pixie reply, changing the tone of her voice slightly to that used by teachers during a lecture. I was used to listening to such voices drone on for hours during my many years of schooling. "Okay, class. Who's never touched one before? Raise your hands. Please lineup, don't be shy."

After a few seconds I felt another hand, then a series of hands on my penis.

"It's so warm." I heard one voice.

"Its amazing how the skin moves but it's hard underneath." Another woman said while stroking my hardened penis.

"Yes, Ms Lilth?" The blue haired Pixie leader asked.

"May I start my oral exam, Ms. Teacher?" the little red headed pixie asked naughty. I could see her through a small gap at the bottom of the blindfold.

"You may." The other Pixie replied.

A heart beat later I felt a hot breath on my penis as she grabbed it in both hands, pulled the tip down from my belly till it was eye level with the small woman. She opened her mouth as she leaned forward, engulfing the head of my penis. "Yeep" I jumped in shock. I was dumbfounded, I had heard of people doing this, but had never seen it or experienced it myself. She started licking her tongue back and forth along the opening at the tip of my penis.

"Now class, as you can see, the Orc's penis is sensitive to touch and warmth such that proved by your mouths. Note how she is using her tongue along the tip and glan. Everyone move so everyone gets a chance to see. Very good. Another one of you can get down there and suck his scrotum, he has been kind enough to shave everything down there for us. Molle please start."

"Me?!? I've never done anything like this before, what happens if I mess it up." I hear one of the women say horrified, I assumed she was Molle.

"Relax. You're a virgin and he's a virgin too" The cat girl purred in my ear as she felt my muscles. She rubbed her paws over my pecs, I felt her claws drag against my skin almost hard enough to break the skin before she bit my ear. "You're a virgin." She declared. It was not a question. "They sent us a virgin."

"In the fall I'll be going to university. My plan is a double major in chemistry and botany, with a minor in stealth archeology. I don't have time other things." I stuttered. My mind and heart were racing. Clearly these poor people were mind controlled or possessed by the book I thought as I felt more hands on my butt, legs, abs, every part of me had warm soft female hands gently fondling me. I needed to somehow help them and then get out of here. If I just break free and save myself someone would prey on these poor young women in their mind controlled state. It was hard to think about anything other the hands groping me, I felt lost in a haze of disconnected thoughts. Focus, I reminded myself, stay focused. It was not easy to do with the number of hands and mouths pressing against my body.

"You're getting a double major in being boring and geeky you mean." the cat girl whispered in my ear. "That deserves a spanking."

I felt the riding crop spank against my bare ass with a loud slap. Then again. Than again. It hurt a little, I could feel my penis shake with each strike.

"You're not going to be a virgin much longer." A green haired Pixie whispered huskily as she grabbed my scrotum and gently pulled. "I want to feel you spray your seed out of these, I want it in me." She started showing a Halfling what to do down there, I realized the after a second, the Halfling was Molle as she asked a few more questions. The two shorties started taking turns sucking my ball sack.

"I'm not sure we should be doing this." Molle whispered terrified. "What happens if someone finds out?"

"Then fine, leave. Go run off and play stupid games with your geeky roommates." The red-headed Pixie huffed. "We just let you come because we felt sorry for you anyway."

The little Halfling burst into tears and ran off. The Dwarf with the shaved beard took her spot sucking my balls.

The Pixie stuck a finger up my butt, just a little way. My rear end was pushing back hard trying to push it out. "Relax, it's lubed." She whispered. The cat-girl had what felt like an unlit candle stick against my butthole, she was going to push it inside of me next. I felt weirded out by everything that was happening. It felt great but I felt so vulnerable I was trying my hardest just to breath.

I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind. They were clearly mind controlled or possessed in some way. I had discovered girls when I was 12. What I had discovered about them was they wanted cute boys to notice and talk to them. They wanted nothing to do with me, any attention would be completely unwelcome, that had been true for the last six years. The first and only time I had asked one to a school dance she had spit in my face. Now here was a group of women who were demanding I rape them while they aggressively touched me, sometimes with their mouths.

At the same time, the necklace I was wearing was not glowing. If demon, spirit, magic, or fey possessed people were near, it should be glowing. I expected it to be glowing green for fey. It was not glowing at all. I could see it under my blindfold. It was almost as if the women were speaking and acting of their own accord. It vexed my mind, how could women be acting so raunchy and randy? I needed to save them, but from what?

There was also the fact that I had already started to actively dislike all of them but the little Halfling who they made run away crying. The Pixies acted like stuck-up, entitled, bitches. The cat girl was getting way too aggressive and tough. I had never met a Dwarf who didn't look down on Orcs or argue about anything or everything till the end of time.

Once the book was burnt it should end their possession. All I needed to do was escape then burn the book. My hands were free of the rope but I continued to hold it to give the appearance I was still captured.

"Girls! At attention. What in the world are you doing? Get that Orc out of your mouths at once!" An older female voice commanded. "I should have known you would try something like this. I'm very disappointed in all of you."

I heard two heavy pairs of hoofs, this could get deadly fast. I needed to be able to see. I quickly took the blindfold off before unstrapping my ankles from the bar.

"Deputy principal Umbridge! It's not what it looks like. We found this poor Orc tied up and we were trying to free him." One of the Pixies cried.

"And we were trying to give him mouth to genital resuscitation...to save his life." The cat girl stammered.

"The Orc was going to rape us. We were just defending ourselves with our mouths, trying to stop his penis." The Dwarf argued.

"50 demerits for each of you and 500 more for lying." Umbridge yelled. "These two Minotaur strippers claim to be here as a graduation gift for a graduation party being held by and for the senior class. Would anyone like to explain?"

With the blindfold off I was able to see a middle age human female dressed all in pink, her wand and dress told the world she was a sorceress. Next to her was a male Minotaur and a male half Orc/half Minotaur. Both of them had strong, athletic builds, but appeared unarmed. They were wearing leather chaps with matching leather vests, red bandanas around their necks, cowboy hats, and golden leather thongs.

"I can explain. I am here as on a contract for you and these two are here, I believe, as a gift for these young women." I smiled. I had found the person the Assassin Guild contract specified was to be inhumed, the owner of that evil AD&D DM guide. I quickly slipped my gloves of battle magic out of the satchel and onto my hands before grabbing up the remains of my clothes and the leather satchel with evil book in one hand and grabbed the evil woman up in the other.

"That utterly improper! I have no need for a stripper!" Umbridge hissed. "Wait until..."

"Someone feels you have need of my services." I said talking over her, all the girls burst out laughing at my comment. I turned to the young women and their Minotaur strippers. "Enjoy yourselves. She will not be returning this evening." She moved her wand to cast a spell but I moved faster and clicked my gloves on. The gloves auto-cast a magical silence spell that surrounded the two of us ended her ability to give the vocal commands her style of magic required. It also prevented her from calling for help. I stripped the stick from her hand with my much larger hand as I dragged her down the corridor and around a corner out of the others eyesight to a window over-looking the schools quad. I quickly slipped the wand into my satchel. The people who paid the contract wanted her wand as proof the deed had been done.