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Subject: "The Ziaxan Chronicles: Chapter One, The Beginning" (M/F, D/s, S&M, Forced)
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Here is Chapter One as promised, hopefully it entertains you. More
will be posted as they are written to the below group. Please feel
free to email feedback.
Thanks!
>>Lord Ziax
>>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ziax
Chapter One: The Beginning Part I - Epilogue
Sexually speaking, I was never very forward. At the time of
my abduction, I had been with maybe one or two girls, and never really
tried anything kinky at all. That's not to say I never thought about
kinky things, in fact, I did so with abandon. Privately, I was as
horny and hungry for sex as they come. There wasn't a woman I saw
that I didn't fantasize about, and usually that fantasy involved
something kinky or naughty. From bondage to rape, ageplay to incest,
I fantasized about all of it. I jerked off over hundreds of women,
from the famous to one's I knew personally. Some were sexy, others
were homely, it didn't matter as long as they had something about them
that turned me on.
Yet, I never really explored that kinkier side much in real
life. I'd drool and hunger for women I saw on the street, or those I
worked around, but nothing would happen. At least not until that
fateful day, who knows how many years ago now, that I was snatched
body and soul from this world, and taken to serve the Thalassian
Sindar.
By this time you must be thinking, what a ridiculous story
this is... kidnapping and other worlds. That's how I felt when it
happened, who would believe such a thing? I certainly didn't, and
those I've abducted since certainly haven't. It always takes a while
for them to finally believe it, to finally realize their plight, but
that of course is a different story. If mysticism, magic, and fantasy
just aren't for you, then these tales may simply not be for you. If
you are willing to believe me when I tell you there are worlds beyond,
and powers beyond what we can imagine, then read on. If you can't
tolerate violence, rape, betrayal, incest, and other forbidden
topics... then it also might not be for you. I leave that decision to
you.
What follows is a tale of sex and power, it is a tale of sex
and betrayal. It is sometimes violent, indeed sometimes it is deadly.
It is about wars and love, but most of all it is about power and sex.
Indeed, on Thalassia, the two words are synonomous: power is sex, sex
is power. It is what kept the Amazon's alive, yet it was what
threatened their destruction.
Before we begin my story, you must understand a little about
the conflict into which I was drawn. For hundreds of years Thalassia
was divided into many kingdoms, some small, some large, all of them
grasping for power. Sometimes this meant open war, other times it
meant intrigue and assassination. Other times it was economy, and at
some level it was always sex. That was because the most powerful
empire in all of Thalassia were the Amazons, well we'd call them
amazons: warrior women whose culture included no men, they called
themselves the Sindar. They controlled most of the trade, not because
they were the richest empire, and they were rich because of sex. For
the Sindar, despite their hatred and disgust for men, realized their
power. The sex of a Sindar is not like regular sex, it is pure
energy, a form of life energy, and it can bring vigor, power, luck,
and can be harnessed to perform powerful acts of magic and miracle.
The pure Sindar kept much of their sex to themselves, not wanting to
share their pure unharnessed energy. Of course individual Sindar had
their own beliefs as to whom they would and would not fuck, but as a
rule, the Sindarians only shared their sexual wealth through one of
two ways.
First they trained non-Sindar Thalassian women to serve as
whores in Sindarian brothels or to be sold as slaves. The other way,
as I would find out, was to kidnap earth women for the same purpose.
For years the Sindar existed, above the petty squabbles of the
rest of the world, yet slowly their power was dwindling. The magical
defenses that kept out invaders, that would indeed kill any male who
entered their empire, began to grow weak and the Sindar were in
trouble. It is at this point, where they are on the verge of invasion
and destruction, that I come into the story...
Chapter One Part 2: The Capture of Lord Ziax
I will confess that some of the details are difficult to
remember, it seems for ages now I have been Lord Ziax, ages since my
fantasies came to life, as if my old life was the fantasy. I was
young at the time, in my last year of high school I believe. It was a
typical senior year, a lot of fun, a lot of parties, and like your
typical eighteen year old male I was practically a walking erection.
Man, did I want sex. The problem, as I mentioned above tho, was that
I was shy. There were a couple girls in particular I would constantly
fantasize about fucking. Even in class I would sometimes catch myself
undressing the girl in the next row with my mind, forcing my cock into
her, fucking her like that nasty whore I knew she was. Sometimes I
would even imagine I could see that same girl squirm in her seat, as
if she could feel my thoughts.
In my biology class however, it wasn't the student in the next
row or the latest sexy cheerleader that was the object of my
attention, it was Miss Kaye. Miss Kaye had come in the middle of the
year, but since her arrival I had started enjoying my biology class a
whole lot more. Lucky for me, biology was the last period of the day,
so I could go home and jerk off, all the while imagining the nasty
things I would do to that sexy little teacher.
Ms. Kaye stood about 5'4", she had an abundance of wavy black
hair that framed her delicate face perfectly. Her eyes were deep and
almost piercing in the way she'd look at you, her lips always full and
luscious. Her neck had the smooth, elegant curves of a ballet dancer
and she had the legs of a dancer to go with it and she loved to show
them off. I would spend hours starting at those gorgeous legs. She'd
wear skirts cut above the knee, showing plenty of slim, tight thighs.
The skirts would perfectly accent her tight round ass as they came
down over her hips. Being a consumate leg man, it was her calves that
really did it for me however. They were curvy and well muscled,
without being too chiseled. To some, they may have seemed too big,
but as you will learn, large, well muscled, curvy calves are my
weakness. Her feet were small and delicate and she always wore a sexy
pair of high heeled pumps that further emphasized her delicious calf
muscles. Her waist was slim and her breasts a perfect D cup, tight
and round and generally her blouse was worn so plenty of cleavage was
visible.
And it was definitely one of those days where plenty of
cleavage was visible. That day she was dressed in a white blouse,
with the hint of black lace bra underneath, a black business skirt,
black stockings and heels. She completed her perfect 'librarian' look
by putting up her hair and wearing her glasses. As she would write on
the board I would imagine myself tracing my way up those curvy legs
with my tongue, sucking hungrily at her delicious calves. Then I
would tear open that blouse and go at those tasty tits with abandon.
She continued to talk about some plants or something or other but I
ignored it. It was just one of those terribly horny days. One of my
favorite cheerleaders, a sexy little asian girl (another one with big
curvy calves) had worn a short skirt in first period, the class slut
had also decided to show off her long delicious legs today as well,
and lastly this quiet, homely little geeky girl in my class, that for
some reason got me going had been wearing a skirt as well. All in
all, a good (or bad depending on your perspective) day for a leg man.
Now I sat there deep in my day dream, fucking Ms. Kaye in my
mind as I wiggled in my desk. No one seemed to notice, I had gotten
pretty good at controlling myself during my little imaginings. I had
to be careful because I had gotten to the point where I could make
myself cum. The little geeky girl looked over at me suspicously once,
but that only served to intensify the hunger I was feeling.
Losing myself in my fantasy I could imagine my hands sliding
along those sexy legs, caressing her calves as I worked my way up
under her skirt, squeezing her tight ass, pressing my hips against
hers as she sat on the edge of her desk. I tore her blouse open and
started to feast on her tits even as a release her delicious tits from
the bra. My tongue moving in small circles around her nipples, I
grabbed her hair and forced her head back, hearing her moan in
delight. I gripped her panties and tore them from her body as I
worked her skirt up around her waist, giving me access to her pussy.
Even as I imagined this all happening, my cock hard in my pants, I
could have sworn Ms. Kaye shifted a little, pulling and adjusting her
skirt as she continued to write. She turned around and glanced at me,
but said nothing. I swallowed, embarassed, yet how could she know?
In my mind, the fantasy continued. Panting hard, the teacher
pulled my pants open and gripped my long hard shaft. She stroked it
hungrily, the lust evident in her breathing as she pulled it from my
pants. My hands squeezed her ass tightly, then once more I ran my
hand along the length of her leg, the feel of the curves getting me
even harder. Precum glistened at the tip of my cock as she ran her
finger over it, and in circles around the head. Collecting the precum
she put her finger to her lips and sucked at it, tasting my juices,
closing her eyes as delighted in the taste of my cum. She said
nothing, but it was obvious from the look in her eyes that the slut
needed a good hard fucking. Her hands ran up and down my back, her
finers raked across my chest as I continued to stroke her legs, my
cock tip poised at the entrance to her tight wet pussy, teasing her as
she moaned loudly. Gripping her again I forced her head back hard,
licking her neck and tits with animal like hunger, still teasing her
at the entrance to her tightness, she writhed in delight and
frustration at the same time. She needed it, and she needed it bad.
Her body was trembling, her leg muscles tight with
anticipation, wanting to delay the moment even longer, I lifted her
leg by her ankles and ran my tongue along her delicious calf. Once
more she moaned. She was helpless now, overcome by my sex.
In the front of the room, Ms. Kaye stumbled as she spoke to
the class, both on her words and nearly tripping as she walked towards
the board. She coughed to try her clear her throat as she slipped
into the chair behind her desk. Regaining her composure she once
again stared my way, but quickly looked the other way.
In my fantasy I waited no longer. My cock was throbbing and
pulsating as if with a life of it's worn. I groaned loudly as the
glistening tip brushed against the moist lips of her pussy. Breathing
hard, gripping her by her slim waist, I mercilessly slammed my cock
into her cunt, burying it all the way, slamming against her cervix as
my thick shaft filled her tight hungry hole.
Ms. Kaye let out a gasp in the front of the room, causing
everyone to look her way. She blushed a bit, but quickly instructed
everyone that she just hit her elbow and they should get back to work.
She was visibly sweating, her eyes met mine again and I knew... she
was feeling this. I didn't know how, but she was experiencing this
fucking as if it were happening to her.
That knowledge inspired me, I kept my gaze fixed on the
teacher as in my mind I thrusted into her again. I could see by the
shock in her eyes that she felt that one too. One thrust after
another, pounding into her cunt, slamming my cock deep inside her I
mind fucked that slutty teacher.
In the fantasy, she started to resist me. She asked me to
stop, over and over again begging me not to fuck her. Fighting me she
repeated again and again, no. Yet I didn't. I had already fantasized
about raping women plenty of times in the past, it wasn't real. Well,
maybe this was. Was I mind raping this slut? Did she really want me
to stop? If so, I was violating her in a way almost worse than real
rape, I was violating her mind.
I thrust into her again, even as I wondered if I should stop.
Her cunt spasmed around my shaft as she resisted, tightening on the
throbbing cock, making me groan. Who would ever know about this? Just
me and Ms. Kaye. It wasn't like she could ever accuse me of rape, not
when I sat quietly in my chair, not even touching her. No.. I wasn't
going to stop, not when I had this whore at my disposal, and from the
look on the teacher's face, she knew it. Horrified she bit her lip
and sat quietly at the front of the room, avoiding my gaze as I mind
raped her.
Harder my pulsating cock slammed into the writhing pussy. I
had her pinned down to the desk now as I slammed my body into hers, my
cock driving deep. She panted and grunted even as she struggled to
escape me. Again and again I slammed hard into her, my cock on fire
with passion, tearing deep into her tight cunt, writhing out of
control inside of her. Her head tossed back and forth as she groaned,
her hair a tangle in front of her face, the glasses long since fallen
to the ground, her blouse lay torn open, her skirt hiked around her
waist. One stocking had slid down around her knee and the opposite
heel and been kicked to the ground in her thrashing.
Yet despite her struggles and protests... she came. It was
one of the most intense feelings my cock has ever experienced, her
pussy spasmed tight around my cock as she shook with pleasure and
fear, her body convulsed by intense orgasms. The tight grip her cunt
held on my cock caused me to feel each orgasm in full, each intense
contraction, each spasm, every bit of wrthing... my cock felt as she
came. I groaned and moaned, nearing orgasm myself... one last thrust
into her, one last cock-clenching contraction from her already tight
pussy, and that was it.
I came for what seemed like an eternity, cum flowing from my
shaft into the whore teacher, filling her with my juices. She groaned
as the seeped into her body through her cunt and the Ms. Kaye, sitting
at the front of the room, licked her lips hungrily as the cum filled
her hole. I lowered her off of the desk and onto the floor... she
knelt before me as I put my cock to her lips for her to clean. She
wrapped her mouth around the shaft and sucked hard as she licked the
cum from it, top to bottom. Hungrily she cleaned my cock, her silky
tongue wrapping itself around the still throbbing shaft as she cleaned
every drop of cum. The stimulation from her tongue was just too much
and quickly my cock started to become erect once more as I groaned and
gripped her hair. Looking to the front of the room Ms. Kaye smiled
and subtly licker her lips. I continued to fuck her mouth, shoving
the whole shaft in as she deepthroated me with hungry lust.
Her tongue wiggled and writhed in her mouth as she sucked my
cock harder, her head bobbing up and down as her tongue moved side to
side. I gripped her hair tighter as I thrust into her mouth in
rhythm, forcing the thick shaft all the way into her tight throat. She
gagged slightly, but took it all like a true whore, sucking and
bobbing like a cum hungry animal. Her moaning and groaning sent
vibrations through my cock that further stimulated me, bringing me
closer and closer to another wild orgasm.
I raped that throat for what seemed an eternity, poised on the
edge of orgasm, teased to the brink of madness as she sucked me with
tremendous skill and intensity, then finally when I felt ready to
explode I shoved my cock deep into her throat, slamming against the
back of her mouth, forcing her head to tilt back to take my whole
length, and I came hard, filling her with hot juices. She swallowed
every drop without trouble, licking me clean as she knelt there before
me.
The bell wrang loudly, piercing through my fantasy. Standing
up at the front of the room, Ms. Kaye spoke.
"Well have a good day class, see you tomorrow," she smiled,
then she called my name, "falling asleep in class isn't something I
tolerate, please stay behind." I swallowed hard, wondering what she
had in mind, maybe she hadn't experienced our fucking at all, maybe it
had all been part of a dream. I looked down at my lap and sighed, I
had cum in my pants, which were now visibly wet. I suppose that would
be one advantage of having to stay behind, so no one would see the big
cum puddle on my pants. No one seemed to notice as they left,
laughing and getting entertainment from my scolding. No one except
that little geeky girl again, she stared at my pants wide-eyed and it
seemed for a moment that she smiled, then she quickly walked from the
room.
As the room emptied, Kaye walked to the door, closing it, I
saw her turn the lock. Already my excitement started to rise, she
wanted to remain undisturbed. My cock was hard again in my pants as I
watched her, her sensual legs calling to me, bend over to pick up a
dropped pencil. Her round ass was basically staring me in the face as
she stood, then pulled the the shade closed. She said nothing, nor
gave much away as to what she was thinking as she turned and crossed
the room. Her face was determined however, in control, in fact, she
seemed quite different. There was no knowing what as going to happen
next however, was I in trouble or did she want more?
Without a word she grabbed the desk in front of my chair and
pulled it aside, I started to stand but she shoved me back into the
chair hard. Her strength took my by surprise. "Sit there," she said
firmly, her gaze powerful and determined. She straddled me in the
chair and sat down on my lap, her long sexy legs to either side, her
hands gripping my hair.
"That was impressive boy," she said as she looked me in the
eye, she had a power and strength about her now that was palpable, I
felt complete under her control. Her grip was strong, her sex was
stronger, I could smell the hunger and passion. "Did you enjoy
'raping' your defenseless teacher?" She smiled as she let her hair
down and shook it out, her hands stroked my arms and chest, then she
gripped my hair and pulled hard, "not so defenseless now am I little
boy?" She waited, but I sat there shocked, afraid, but arroused, my
cock and heart both throbbing wildly as I stared into those powerful
eyes. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION BOY!" she shouted as loud as she could
get away with and tugger at my hair again.
"No," I said quietly, moaning as she then leaned down to lick
my neck. Her tongue caressed my ear as she pressed her ass against my
hard cock.
"That's no... my mistress," she whispered as my cock ached in
my pants.
"No mistress," I responded, "you are far from weak and
defenseless."
"You are my prisoner now," she grinned as she put one leg up
over my shoulder, her curvy, delicious calf just inches from my mouth,
"want to lick my calf... then ask me."
"Mistress, please allow me to lick your calf for you," I
responded. I was so excited, I'd have said anything to get to taste
that hot flesh. She nodded and pushed her legs aginst my lips and I
sucked hungrily at her flesh. It tasted better than in my fantasy,
there was a power that surrounded her, a palpable, sensual power that
I could taste and even devour as I sucked and licked her flesh. I came
wildly as I sucked her calf, an orgasm overwhelming my body out of
nowhere, it was almost supernatural the power I felt as I worshiped
her leg. My mind overwhelmed with intense pleasure, my blood burning
with a hunger that I felt could never be satiated.
"Yes that's it," she smiled, "you feel my power now, feel it
and submit to me, you are my prisoner, my toy, my cock to fuck as I
will. You will give me your seed and it will make me powerful." She
moaned as I continued to worship her calf and ankle, sucking hungrily
at her ankle she groaned louder, her pleasure brough me pleasure as
waves of sexual energy seened to wrap around us both.
"I am yours Mistress Kaye," I told her, thinking this would
please her.
"Mistress Cynthia, or Empress Cynthia, will do slave," she
told me, grinning in delight. I was willing to play along.
"Yes Empress, I am yours to command," I smiled.
"You have no idea my pet, no idea what you are abouth to get
yourself into," she smiled, "I mean it when I say you are my prisoner.
I need cum, and your's is powerful. It is time now that I end this
act and see to my empire, it is time I claim you and use you for what
the good of my people." I had no idea what she was talking about, I
was too intoxicated by her smell, her feel, her sex, and above all her
power to even care. She lowered her leg from my mouth and shoved my
back into the chair when i tried to reach out to it. "You get what I
give you, nothing more." I nodded in ascent. "Now, if you truly wish
to serve me, then kiss me slave!" Without question, I obeyed.
When my lips touch hers, she grabbed my head and pressed
deeper, her tongue probbing my mouth. I was trapped in her grasp, her
legs pinning me to the chair. What I felt, I can not describe well in
words. Imagine the worst pain you can feel, imagine the most intense
pleasure, imagine feeling totally fulfilled and empty at the same
time, imagine wave after wave of electric shocks and burning fire.
That is what I felt. It was enough to drive you to madness. I saw
the mind and power of Mistress Cynthia in it's raw form. What I
realized then was quite simply that she was far more than she seemed
to be, she wasn't human. She was a goddess, or a demoness, something
very powerful. She was right, I had no idea what I was getting myself
into. I was scared and excited at the same time, eager to know more,
but feeling I should try to escape. Yet there was no escape. I was
her's now. My body shook from the power and energy of her kiss, My
blood burnned, my mind exploded, I came again and again during what
seemed like an eternity in her powerful and perhaps deadly embrace.
Then when I felt I would be unable to withstand anymore, I came hard
again, my cock pouring from me in response to her mind fuck of me. As
the energy drained from me, I collpased into darkness, unconcious.
To Be Continued...