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Tales Of The Dark Knight - Chapter 8

By The Dark Knight ( M/g+, Fantasy )

Chapter 8 - Something beyond the mountains.

Chad and the elite guard arrived. He dismounted and ordered his men to water the horses and then take a break. His men dismounted. Brad took Chad's horse and led them to a watering trough. Chad walked to Blackheart's headquarters. When he arrived, he was shocked to find no one standing guard. He was even more shocked to find the door open.

"My Lord, permission to enter?"

"Come Chad, have a seat."

Chad said heatedly, "My Lord! Shall I have my men post a guard?"

Blackheart shook his head 'no'. Chad entered the building, "My life for yours."

Blackheart acknowledged the salute. Chad sat in the chair.

"The kings of Good have asked for terms." Blackheart said.

"Do you think they will accept?"

"That remains to be seen."

"My Lord! Where do you plan to meet them?"

"Here, and here." Blackheart said, pointing to a map.

Chad looked at the map. "The first is well chosen, but the second presents some security issues, from this area here, and here."

Blackheart looked at the map and he had to agree with Chad on the second area that he had pointed out. He explained to Chad how he intended to deal with the first area, and asked him for a recommendation on the second. Chad explained what he would do and Blackheart accepted his idea.

"Give this to your men. The bar and brothel will open tonight." Blackheart said, giving him a bag of gold. "And this is yours," handing him a sealed piece of paper.

Chad opened the paper. It was the deed to one of the new large towns.

"My Lord! This is most generous."

"You have earned it. You have been loyal to me since the day I found you."

Chad smiled. He remembered that day very well. He had been just a boy then, walking on a dusty road carrying a small bag of food, with a short sword in his hand. He had found the sword rusting in a field. He had cleaned it, sharpened it, and polished it. Then he had used it just two hours ago, to kill his father who was a drunk. He was only five when in a drunken rage his father, the shit, had killed his mother. Two years later, and just two hours ago, his father was passed out drunk. The boy had stabbed the shit in the heart.

He had no idea where he was going now. He heard the sound of horses. He thought it was the town guard. He was not going back to some stupid work home, where he would work sixteen hours a day and be given a few slices of very stale bread to eat. When he was six he had spent two moons in one, while the priests were helping his father dry out. The shit had returned just as drunk as ever. The boy would rather die than go back to that. He turned with the sword in his hand. Three men on horse back rode slowly toward him.

One of the men shouted, "Off the road, boy!"

"No!" he yelled back.

"Then you die, boy."

"Come kill me, if you can!" To this day, he did not know why he had used those words.

The man drew his sword but was stopped by the third man. The third man said something to the other man who saluted and sheathed his sword. The third man was dressed in black armor. He had to be some kind of knight.

He got off of his horse and asked, "Who are you, boy?"

"My name is Chandelier Holy Light Good."

"How about I call you Chad?"

It sounded like a good name. "Chad is okay. But I am not going back."

"Back where?"

Chad had told him everything. When he was done talking the man smiled. He told Chad that if he worked hard he would eat well. He went on to tell him about the Way of Evil. Chad liked what he heard. He told Chad that if he wanted to join the knight he would have to swear loyalty until death. The man had an aura of trust. Chad knelt and swore. Later he found out that the man was the son of a Dark Knight, and he was a mere fourteen summers old. How old he was did not matter, Chad felt bonded to him.

"We leave in one day!" Blackheart said.

"My Lord, we will be ready." Chad replied, snapping out of his reverie.

"That will be all, Chad."

Chad stood up, "My Lord! My life for yours."

He turned to leave.

"Chad I almost forgot. This is yours," Blackheart said and tossed him a bag of gold.

"Thank you, My Lord."

"Chad, one more thing. How is your Holy Baby Maker thing?"

"Fit and ready for duty, my Lord." Chad said with a big smile.

"Thirty one, a new record."

"Yes! My Lord. They are all horny whores now."

Cdks giggled. Chad saluted Blackheart. He smiled at Cdks and left the building.

Blackheart looked at the map. The Poison Sea was to the right on the map. He had been there. The Sea had life in it. The reason it was called Poison was the storms that constantly raged on the horizon. He looked to the right of the map and just beyond the kings of Good lands was a huge mountain range. He had always wondered, if there was something beyond the mountains.

All of Chad's men but one chose to rest. Ken made his way to the former priest house. It was now the upper ranks' bar and brothel. Ken walked up to the bar, plunked down his share of the gold and said, "I want to see the girls."

"Yes sir." the man said. "We have several 13 summers' girls you can have."

"Any younger ones?"

"Younger will cost you more than this!"

"I have more; send the youngest ones you have out!"

The man recognized the symbol of the elite guard and did not question him.

3 ten summers and 3 eleven summers girls walked out. Ken looked at the girls and asked the blond eleven summer's girl to show him her cunt. She lowered her skimpy bottoms revealing a smooth mound that had just a hint of blond hairs. He liked what he saw and picked her. He then chose a light brown-haired ten summer's girl and when she lowered her bottoms his cock almost jumped out of his pants. Her small cunt was totally devoid of hair. He picked her. He tossed the bag with the thousand in gold on the bar.

Then Ken asked, "Will that be enough including healing?"

"Yes Sir, enough for four hours. No broken bones, okay, Sir?"

Ken nodded.

"Here Sir, take this. It will sting like hell, but not do much damage."

"Will it make them red?"

"Very red, sir!"

"How much?"

"It's on the house."

"Which room?"

"Upstairs, top floor. No one will bother you."

With fearful eyes the girls followed Ken to the top floor. Ken could not decide what to do first. Then he decided that naming should be first. He called the ten summer's girl "Piggy one" and the eleven summer's girl "Piggy two".

"Piggy one, strip. Get on the bed on your hands and knees."

"Yes, My Lord." she replied.

He liked the sound of it, "My Lord."

Ken looked at the girl kneeling on the bed. He placed his hand on her cute butt, it was silky soft. He stroked her small mound and could hardly wait to see it red and raw.

He gave the special whip to Piggy two.

"Whip her ass."

"Yes, My Lord."

AH! That sound was sweet.

Piggy two whipped Piggy one's ass.

"Harder, Piggy! Harder!"

The girl knew she was next, but she whipped Piggy one's ass cheeks as hard as she could.

"No! No! Give me that whip." he said, not satisfied with the girl's efforts.

Ken took the whip, licked his lips and applied the whip with blazing force. Crack! Scream! It was a dizzying symphony. He stopped and noted that the bartender was right. His Piggy's ass was red as fire, but she was not bleeding. He took off his clothing. It felt so good to have a raging, hard cock.

"Piggy two, take Piggy one's place." Ken ordered. The girls exchanged places. "Turn towards me, Piggy two." The girl turned and his cock was just about level with her mouth. He pressed his cock against her mouth. "Open!" Hesitantly she opened her mouth.

He put his hand around her small head and pushed his cock into her mouth and down her gullet. She started to struggle, trying to dislodge her head from his cock. The other Piggy wanted to scream, but said nothing. Starving for air, Piggy two relaxed, thinking death was better than life. When the girl relaxed Ken, thinking he had killed her, quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth. Air rushed into her lungs and she sobbed deeply. Death, the only escape, had eluded her.

Ken saw the girl was still alive and he felt like she was playing games with him. Ken was furious, and he gave himself over to that fury. "Fuck the rules," he thought. He cruelly whipped every inch of her body. The whip was all the bartender had promised it would be. Every inch of the girl's skin glowed red. If he had done that much damage with a normal whip, she would have been dead long ago.

"Turn over, legs open!"

Again the girl just lay there. He grabbed her around the waist and held the girl up, looking into her eyes. Her eyes were like a blank mirror. Ken smiled. The girl was alive, but her mind was no longer there. He let her body drop. Like a rag doll she hit the floor. He had one Piggy left. He turned to her and snarled, "On the bed, legs spread."

Meekly the girl got on the bed and spread her legs. Grabbing her cunt lips, he stretched them to the tearing point. He looked at her small pink opening. It was the smallest opening he had ever seen. He had to ream it; he had to ream it hard. With two fingers he kept her cunt lips open. He placed his cock against the small hole.

With all the strength he possessed, he shoved hard, and his cock slammed into her. It traveled the short length of her tight hole and hit her cervix. His spine tingled with pleasure and his balls released a torrent of spunk. When his cock was drained, he pulled it out. He grabbed the special whip. He snickered and stroked the whip across her flesh.

Someone knocked on the door, "Sir, ten minutes."

Damn! Was it already four hours? Ken wanted more, but he had no more gold. Angrily he dressed and left the room. As he walked down the stairs, he was still tingling in the after glow of orgasm. Damn! He tossed the whip onto the bar. The bartender said something but he was not listening, so he grunted. He walked out the door and made his way back to his tent.

Ken entered his tent and sat down on a wooden stool. It was good to be elite. No more setting up tents, no more polishing, no more standing in chow lines.

"Damn!" he cursed. "If I had only been paid more gold."

"Need more gold? I can tell you how to get it all." a voice said.

Ken recognized the voice and the shadowy figure it came from.

"You again."

"Well do you want it all, or not?"

Ken thought a moment then answered, "There is no way to get it all, unless I kill Blackheart."

"Exactly!"

"He would kill me in thirty seconds."

"With my help you could kill him in thirty seconds."

"There is no way you could ever get in the combat arena. I can't see you, but the succubus would spot you in a second."

"You don't have to kill him in combat."

"Bullshit! I know how things work. In order to gain Blackheart's power, I must kill him in combat."

"And you believe that? It matters not how one kills Blackheart. The only thing one needs to do, to gain his all his power, is to kill him."

"You lie."

"Do I? Have you not slaughtered powerful men, who were begging for mercy?"

"Yes I have."

"Did you gain their power?"

"Yes I did."

"If he was not fighting you, how did you gain his power? I ask you one more thing, why is he guarded so well?"

It just did not sound right, but it had to be so. He had never been told that the only way to take Blackheart's power was to kill him in combat. What he had been told was that if Blackheart showed weakness, he could be challenged. If Ken thought he could defeat the Dark Knight, he could challenge him.

He thought about it carefully. If the only way one could take Blackheart's power was to challenge him, why did he have an elite guard? And he always had a powerful succubus as a personal guard. Even the salute, "My Life for yours", was a form of protection. It was true. All he had to do was kill Blackheart, and he would gain all his power. But that would not be an easy thing to do.

"Maybe you are right, but there is no way I could ever get close enough to kill him."

"Leave that to me. All you have to do is agree."

He thought about it. All the power, all the young Piggy, all the youngest Piggy.

"I agree."

"Good! I will let you know when the time is right."

Ken fell asleep that night and dreamed of small Piggy. Lots and lots of very Little Piggy, with tiny, tiny pussies.

"Sleep well, young succubus. You leave on the morrow with Zdks."

"Elder! Where am I going?"

"You shall see, young one."

"Yes Elder!"

One day later at dawn, Blackheart with his elite guard and 50 light horsemen moved out of camp. The journey to the first meeting place would take five days, and the second meeting place would take another four days' journey.

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