Perverts 'R' Us

The Lord

By Loki925 ( M/g, nc )

"Why, Mother, why?" A very pretty nine summer's girl name Angelica asked her mother for the tenth time.

"Child, it is time for you to hear the story of the Lord."

"The Lord? Who is that?"

"Sit my daughter, and listen." Angelica sat and her mother began the tale.

Long ago there was a very pretty girl just like you.

"Why, Mother, why?" The small, just-turned-nine-summers named Char, asked her mother.

"Child," the mother said, "it is our way. You must give yourself to the Lord. He is our protector, provider and our Lord."

But Char still could not understand why she had to spread her legs for a man who looked and smelled like a pig.

"Mother, why would Char have to do such a thing?"

"Listen my dear, and you will find out."

"Yes Mother, go on."

The Lord was human, but one could hardly call him that any more. The Lord was well over three hundred years old and bore the scars of many battles. The Lord was supreme master of his domain and he ruled with an iron fist. Everyone feared the Lord.

The Lord had one single enemy left, the people of the Wood. The Lord had tried for the last two hundred years to crush these people under his giant fist, but no matter how hard he tried he could not destroy the Wood, or the people who lived there.

The Lord's favorite thing to do was to debase and destroy the beauty of all the females who turned nine summers old. He would rape them, scar them, and pour mild acid on their soft skin, and when he was done destroying their beauty forever; he would marry them off to some male under his command.

There was not a single female over nine summers old in the domain who did not look ten times uglier than the Lord. Why the Lord did this, everyone knew, but dare not say, that the Lord hated beauty, most of all female beauty.

"Mother, was the Lord uglier than the Balance?"

"No child, there is no one uglier than the Balance."

"Now if I may continue."

"Yes, Mother."

It was late now and well past curfew. Char's mother was already asleep in her bed. Char took the tan carry bag she had prepared earlier from under her very old bed. She put the strap of the bag around her neck. Then she slowly crept into the main room and opened the front door. The door creaked and Char stopped. Fearing the noise had awakened her mother, she waited and when she heard her mother's loud snoring she continued out the door.

Slowly and as quietly as she could, she crept down the three flights of stairs that led to the main door of the apartment where she and her mother lived. When she reached the last step, she waited for the large black armored guard to pass by on his patrol.

She had never seen the guard, but she knew the sound his armor made as he clanked by.

Clank, clank, she counted to one hundred and the clanks disappeared. She darted out the main door and onto the black pavement.

"Mother, what did the guards look like?"

"Child, if you keep interrupting me, I will never be finished in time."

"Yes, mother."

The night air was rancid and filled with a thin wisp of black smoke that was belching from the giant stacks of the huge munitions factories that ran twenty-four hours a day, but Char was used to that.

Char was not exactly sure where the main gate was, but she knew there was only one main road in the huge fortress. She had been there many times to bow low before the Lord. With the sound of soft clanks filling the night Char, stopping and hiding every so often to let a loud clank pass by, slowly made her way to the main road.

It seemed to take forever, but Char finally reached the main road. But now she had to make a choice. Go left, or go right. Char started left, but she heard many loud clanks so she turned around and went the opposite way.

As Char walked down the main road, she wondered why she did not hear any clanks. But the reason soon became apparent for just a few hundred yards ahead was the main gate. It was guarded by many black armored guards that looked at least nine feet tall to the small female child.

"How am I going to get around that?" Char thought fretfully, but then she heard a great rumble and it was just behind her. She jumped into the sewage ditch that lined the main road and waited.

The ditch was at least two feet deep and was covered with black soot, but it was a good place for her to hide. The road shook and rumbled. Surely she thought she was going to die.

The shaking and rumbling seemed to last forever, but finally it stopped and Char looked up to see the hugest trucks lining the main road. There must be hundreds, no thousands of them she thought.

Slowly she stood up and looked up and down the long line of trucks. The tires on the trucks were twice her height, but it gave her an idea. She fearfully made her way to the back of one of the trucks.

She looked up. It was a long way, but she thought she could make it. She grabbed the bottom of the gate and pulled herself up. She shimmied across the long gate at the back of the truck and finally made it to the covering canvas.

She grabbed the hard canvas, climbed up and just as the truck started to move, she eased herself onto the pile of huge artillery shells that lined the back of the truck. The truck moved forward and finally exited the giant gates of the fortress.

As the truck lumbered down the road, Char looked back at the fortress. She could hardly believe she lived in the black cloud that hung over the fortress. Char tried to keep awake, but soon she collapsed asleep onto a pile of shells.

Char woke up and looked out the back of the truck. All she could see was the truck behind the one she was riding in, dirt, gravel and the black road. She opened her carry sack and took out the plastic water jug. She unscrewed the cap and took a small drink of bleach-tasting water and several bites of the stale bread she had saved up for this day.

"Bleach water? That must taste terrible."

"Yes my daughter, very terrible."

The mother continued the tale.

Char did not know where she was going, but anywhere was good enough as long as the Lord was not there. She rode in the back of the truck for three days and nights. She now had four more days' supply of stale bread and water, but as long as the truck was moving she could not get out.

Darkness was once again approaching and the truck was slowing down. Suddenly the truck came to a stop. Char quickly climbed off the truck and as her feet touched the ground she heard a great roar. The truck she had been riding in started to move and she ran off the black road.

She watched the trucks move slowly forward. She stood there for some time wondering why the armored truck drivers did not stop and grab her up. Slowly she followed the line of trucks and soon she found out why no truck had stopped to grab her. Just in front of her was a huge, automated ammunition depot.

She watched and now could see that there were no drivers in the trucks. Each truck would pull into the depot. The truck would back up to be unloaded by an automated machine that took the huge shells out of each truck and placed them on a large conveyor belt.

Everywhere she looked there were giant piles of shells and conveyor belts loaded with shells and shell casings. She could not go back because the Lord was there and the only way forward was through the depot. She started to walk down the short incline and into the depot. She followed the conveyors that were moving forward filled with shells and one that was returning with empty shell casings. Several hours later she walked out of the depot.

She looked up at the sky and saw a bright moon, the brightest she ever saw. She continued to follow the two conveyor belts. She walked until she could go no further and stopped. She leaned against the metal struts that supported one of the conveyors, closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

When the light of the dawn sun came up it hurt Char's eyes. She was used to the darkness of the fortress and had never seen how bright the sun could be, but as Char moved forward her eyes adapted to the light. She walked through the light of day until it was dark again. She sat down and checked her meager supplies. Tomorrow she would have to chance it. It was slower now and if she could climb the struts, she would ride one of the shells as it moved along the conveyor.

The next morning Char found it easy to climb the struts and was soon straddling one of the shells. She rode the belt for the better part of the next day until the belt came to a crawl. She climbed down the struts and started to walk. Then just ahead she heard the soft sounds of clanks. She noticed that the conveyor went up a small rise, and because the clanks were so soft she decided to walk up the rise.

Slowly she walked up the small hill and as she neared the top she began to crawl. When she got to the top she peered over the edge, and saw huge guns being loaded by the nine foot tall black armored guards. One would load and the gun would fire. The barrel retracted and the spent shell was extracted and another black guard would pick up the spent shell and put it on the returning conveyor.

She could not go forward and she dare not go back. She put her head down and began to cry. Then the loud piercing sound of a whistle shrieked in the air. With tears still in her eyes Char lifted herself and looked over the edge. The black armored guards were marching off and the guns had stopped firing.

She watched until the black guards disappeared from sight and then slid down the hill and into the gun pit. She ran past the large guns and climbed the opposite side of the pit. When she got to the top she ran as fast as she could. She ran and ran until she was out of breath, and slowly started walking.

Two days later, she was out of bread, but still had some water. It was then she felt the ground moving and in the distance she could see a great wall of dirt and fire. Char had never seen shells exploding, but she was sure that was the cause of the wall of fire.

As she continued to walk forward, the only thing she wondered was what was beyond the wall of fire.

When she was less than two hundred yards away she had to stop. The ground was rumbling so hard, she was no longer able to walk. She had to wait for the far-away whistle to blow before she ran past the wall of fire, which she was almost sure would die with the same whistle. She drank her last bit of bleach- tasting water and waited.

Suddenly the ground stopped shaking. Char got to her feet and ran toward the ebbing fire. She had to jump over the last two feet of fire but then she was through. Not knowing when the fire would start again she kept running. She felt her skin tingle all over, and then she saw green grass and trees.

She walked a few steps then she heard someone say, "Hello."

Char turned and saw a tall man with long white hair and a long white beard. He was dressed in a white robe, and holding a thin black staff in one hand. Char had never seen anyone except the Lord, who looked older than this man.

"Be at ease. I will not harm you," the man said.

Char sensed that she had nothing to fear from the man and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the Sentinel. You may call me Balance if you wish."

"Sentinel, Balance?" I have never heard of such things."

"Sentinel is what you call a guard and Balance is what I am."

"Where am I?"

"You are in what the Lord calls the Wood."

"Then I am safe?"

"No, you cannot remain here for more than one day. Otherwise much will be given over to the Lord."

"I cannot go back, I will not go back." Char said and began to cry.

"If you do not leave I will show you what will be given over to the Lord."

Char had a vision play out in her mind. She saw men, women and children playing in fields of lush grass. She heard laughter, singing, and dancing, but most of all she saw beauty. Then in an instant it was all gone and replaced by a new and even bigger dark fortress.

"Is there no other option?"

"There is one. You must become the Lord."

"How is this possible? I am a small female and the Lord is a horrid looking seven foot male."

"Things are not as they seem. The Lord is a changed nine-year-old female who has been the Lord for only five moons."

"I do not understand."

The Balance explained that there were other females who had escaped the fortress. Each one was given the same choice and all chose to return, believing once they were changed into the Lord, they would still love beauty.

But after one moon, which was the time period given for each one to destroy herself by jumping into a vat of acid, all chose to remain as the Lord.

Then the Balance said, "You have one day to choose."

Char enjoyed her day and when her time was up, she decided to return. She was given a red and green leaf. The next morning Char woke up in her bed. At first she thought it was all a dream, but when she opened her small hand she found the small red and green leaf.

"How did Char get back home?" Angelica asked.

"On a beam of light. The Balance sent her there."

"Like our transportation beams?"

"Yes, child."

"Oh."

Char dressed in her black hood and robe and she awaited the knock upon the door. When she heard the knock, she opened the door and for the first time Char got an up-close look at a black guard. The guard's armor was blacker than night. She could see his red eyes that looked like fire and the black smoke that puffed out of his visor.

The guard placed her in chains and she was led down the stairs. She was placed in the back of a black windowless vehicle. The trip to the Lord's high chamber was a short one.

She was led into a room where she was stripped by the Lord's last nine summer's girl, and chained to a bed. The girl then lifted Char's eye lids and pinned them with sharp pins. Char would not be able to close her eyes.

The girl left and was soon married off to one of the Lord's men. Char clutching the small leaf, waited with her legs wide open. A short time later Char caught the rancid smell of the Lord. She heard his lumbering foot steps. Then she saw the Lord.

The Lord was seven feet tall. His skin was a combination of black, green, and piss-yellow. His skin also leaked horrid green pus. His eyes were redder than fire and his nose was long, crooked, scarred and pig shaped. His teeth were black and yellow, and black smoke flowed out of his dark black and blue lips.

His cock was at least a foot long and was full of large warts, gnarls, and pulsing green veins. The head of his cock was as big as Char's small fist and it dripped a steady flow of green and white fluid.

Char wanted to close her eyes but they were pinned. She started to scream and cry and the Lord laughed. As the Lord's laughter filled the room he moved towards the girl.

"Stop, Mommy! Stop!" Angelica cried.

The mother ignored her daughter and continued.

The Lord slammed all of his horrid cock into little Char's virgin pussy. He grabbed her small hips and pumped her small body up and down on his horrid cock. Char screamed and cried, but the Lord only pumped her small body harder.

Pus and slime leaked all over Char's smooth body. Each drop of pus burned her skin.

The Lord bent his head and licked Char's tender face, burning her small cheeks. The Lord pulled his long, horrid cock out of Char's pussy, and a long jet of green and white cum splashed all over Char's soft skin.

As an escaped female who had chosen to return, Char now became one with the Lord. But unlike all those who had gone before her, Char still loved beauty enough to jump into a vat of acid.

Angelica started to cry. She now understood why she had to give flowers to the Balance.

For the Balance was Char. She had taken all of the Lord's hatred and evil onto herself, and that is why the Balance got uglier with each passing day.

Angelica grabbed her bouquet of flowers and ran out the door. She ran as fast as she could and soon she was standing before the 4'2" tall mound of twisted flesh that was the Balance.

She knelt and placed her flowers at the feet of the Balance. The Flowers withered and died. Angelica wept for the Balance.

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