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On Wed, 29 Nov 2006 13:09:02 -0500, Lord Ziax <lord_ziax@yahoo.com>
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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
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>>>Lord Ziax
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Chapter 2
Part I: The Prisoner and the Concubine
I do not know how long I slept for following my encounter with
Mistress Cynthia. It could have been days, months, even decades.
Indeed the sleep lifted, it seemed an eternity. My mind was clouded
and unclear, my vision blurred I blinked the sleep from them, and my
head throbbed with pain. Indeed my whole body ached, every muscle
sore. I could see little of my surroundings as the lights blurred in
my vision, I tried to shake my mind clear, but it was slow in
happening. The air in wherever I was cool, but pleasantly so. My
back lay against soft cushions, and the smell of roses and incense
teased me. Indeed as I breathed deeper, the aches faded a bit, the
pleasant aromas soothing my body.
I felt cool water drip softly onto my face, and then more
coolness as something brushed across my forehead and down my cheek. I
could see motion near my face, but it was unclear what it was. I
reached out to touch whatever it was that was touching me, but I was
unable to. It dawned on me that my hands were bound over my head. I
struggled a bit more, in a panic as my helplessness became apparent to
me. Hands caressed my head and neck, I tried to shake them away at
first, but their touch was gentle, caring. I laid my head back into
the cushions and sighed.
"Do not struggle," a soft female voice whispered as a hand
caressed my cheek, "you cannot get free." She placed her hand on my
chest softly, I could feel her touch, hot but pleasantly so, through
my shirt.
"Where am I," I demanded, trying to swallow the nervous fear
that comes with such helplessness. I blinked my eyes again, the
blurring still clear, although now I imagined I could make out the
delicate lines of the speaker's face.
"That is a complicated question," she said quietly, "and it is
my purpose to help you to understand and learn much of your fate. For
now let's say that you are captive in the palace of Empress Cynthia,
leader of the Sindara." She gave me a second to take that in, before
I could ask my next question, she began to answer it. "You're vision
should clear momentarily, it is a side of effect of the transit to our
world.
"Your world?" I asked, my head was spinning. Still part of me
thought this must be a dream. My vision cleared and I could make out
more, although it was still somewhat blurry. The woman who leaned
over me was beautiful, strikingly so. Between her beauty and the
gentle caresses and massaging, the anxiety of the moment was calmed.
"The world of the Sindara," she smiled at me, "I know it will
take time for you to understand and accept it, it always does. But
you have been brought from your world, to this one, a new world or
planet, the name of the world on which you are is Thalassia, and you
are in the Sindaran Empire. Our empire lies on the northern shores of
the largest of the Thalassian continents. You are in the imperial
palace."
"And Mistress Cynthia?"
"She is our ruler," she smiled, it was clear she held Cynthia
in respect, "the Empress has ordered me to attend to your needs, and
to answer your questions regarding our world, and your fate now that
you are here."
My vision was clear now and so was the beauty of the woman who
leaned over me. In some ways she was more beautiful, and sexier, than
even Cynthia, although she didn't have the same power and authority
about her. Yet she still had the same smell and feel of sexual
energy, indeed in some ways it was even more intense. Her build was
small, but muscular. She wore a shear black gown that came down to
just about mid-thigh. A black choker adorned her neck. Her hair was a
deep black and fell around her face and shoulders in abundance. Her
face was heart shaped, with an Asian quality to it, her eyes dark and
deep. There was an odd mixture of innocence and sexual power about
her. Her gaze betrayed that innocence, but she was clearly
intelligent. Her breasts were small, but firm. Her waist slim and it
curved beautifully into a delicious, tight rounded ass. It was then
she got up however, and her legs were revealed in the grandeur, that I
was overwhelmed with desire. Her legs were the strong, powerful yet
elegantly curved legs of a ballet dancer. Her thighs, beginning at
her delicious round ass were strong and firm, the muscles apparent but
not too defined. Her calves were by some standards, quite large, but
they were just what I found attractive, both muscular and curvy. The
smooth curves of her calves were so perfect, I found myself staring.
"I thought you might like my legs," she smiled as she sat on
the bed next to me, caressing my hair, and holding a glass of what
looked like wine to my lips, "go ahead it's not poison." She smiled
and I sipped as she tilted the glass, it was actually quite good. "You
see we know what you like and well, I was designed just for you."
"Designed?"
"I am Vislani, Haj Vislani to be exact," she explained, "the
Vislani are sexual servants, and our skill and power are unmatched.
Yet we are bred to be servants, never to rule. The Haj are the elite
and most prized of all Vislani, we are born incomplete. We are kept
in the life chambers of the great temple until we are shaped to the
will of the one we are to serve."
"How old are you then? You were programmed for me? I mean I
just got here right?" I was intrigued by all of this.
"It depends on what you consider the beginning of my life,"
she smiled, caressing my thigh now, "I've been in this form for a
little over a month, yes you've been unconscious that long. My essence
however, my soul, mind, and energy, that is hundreds of years old. The
Haj mature as they age, we become... well better. I was one of the
oldest of the Haj, you should be honored I was chosen as your gift.
The Empress was quite generous; then again, the prophecy foretold the
most prized of all the Haj shall be servant to the one who saves us."
This was all too much, and still felt like a dream. I understood most
of what she said, but it was frankly unbelievable. Yet the wine, this
woman, the room, it all seemed so real.
"I am a bit overwhelmed as you can imagine, I don't understand
all of this at all. If I am her prisoner, why would she 'give' me
anything? Why am I here? I am supposed to 'save' the people who
imprisoned me?" I ranted off question after question, meanwhile the
girl smiled, lastly I asked "and what is your name?"
"I am known as Lisaree, but I am called Lisa by most," she
responded, "as for your questions, that is why I am here, to explain."
*****
Part II: The Empress and the Mystic
Cynthia stood staring out the window of her own bedroom,
gazing out at the empire she had helped build. It was vast and
powerful. For eons petty wars had changed the shape of Thalassia.
Kingdoms rose and fell; kings rose and fell even faster. Borders
constantly changed, allies became enemies, and enemies became allies.
Yet through all of it, the Sindara were constant, unchanging. Their
empire had stood for centuries, their might unchallenged. They
controlled their borders through their strength and mystical power.
They used sex as a weapon and as currency to win victories and make
allies. None had ever dared think of entering their borders. No army
of men would survive, no army of women existed, except the Sindara.
The Sindara were not born of the womb as lesser women. The
great temple housed the life chambers from which they arose. Cynthia
had been one of the first of the Sindara, had mastered the powers of
the life chambers, and built the empire. No one knew who had built
the chamber, or why, they just knew it was their life source. The
Sindara age slowly, and as they reach maturity, they do not age at
all. Cynthia had lived for hundreds of years, and now she was forced
to watch as all she had built stood in jeopardy. The mystics felt it
first, their power decreased, the ability to maintain the barrier that
protected them failing. The energy they drew upon, the energy of the
great temple, was beginning to wane. Fewer Sindara arose from the
chambers. At first Cynthia had thought she found the answer, the
great gateway, portal to a world called Earth. Cynthia used to
increase their number; she found that the souls and minds of earth
women could be cloned into bodies in her world. Some became powerful
Sindara, others remained slaves. But still, the energy dwindled.
It was Kata that reminded her of the prophecy, about the one
who would save them, the male that would save them, bringing energy
and strength to their diminishing empire. Cynthia had dismissed it at
first. She had built this empire, why should she put faith in some
long forgotten prophecy? Yet she had no choice, if she didn't find an
answer, the shield would fall. When that happened, the male
barbarians of Thalassia would sweep in, killing, kidnapping, raping.
Her empire would come to an end.
So she began her search for the savior the prophecies spoke
of, she searched Thalassia and she searched Earth. She had fucked
more men than she could recall, destroying most of them, driving a few
insane. None she had tried to transport into the Sindaran Empire had
survived the energy that provided for their defense. She had even
tried using a female, which nearly resulted in the destruction of the
empire from within. She would transport herself to earth, using
Kata's guidance, and scout out those who seemed promising. When she
was told of this earth man, young by his world's standards, she
doubted it could be possible. Yet the mind fuck he had shared with
her took her by surprise. Indeed he had some sort of power, perhaps
Kata was right.
Now he was here in Sindara, and she had to decide what to do
with him.
"You keep him prisoner my empress," Kata broke Cynthia out of
her reflection. The mystic stood behind the empress, and Cynthia
could almost feel the deep penetrating gaze of the most senior mystic
in the empire burrowing into her from behind. Sometimes Cynthia hated
meeting that gaze, those deep blue penetrating eyes. It reminded her
that despite the fact she was ruler, there were some things where she
did not have ultimate power. "If he is the chosen one of our prophecy,
then this is not the correct course of action. You cannot just use
him and throw him aside, for if he is our only hope of salvation to
destroy him would be insane."
"We do not know that he is the one," Cynthia turned around,
annoyed at being told what to do by the witch. "He could die like the
rest of them."
"He has survived more than a month under our defenses, and
trust me my empress, he is not being destroyed by it. I have the
power to sense such things. You admitted it yourself, he is more
powerful than any of the others; he may be the one who can save us!"
Her blue eyes flared as she continued, "you are right, he may not be
the one, but if he is and we destroy him..."
"I have no intention of simply destroying him," Cynthia
replied, "you convinced me to wait already, convinced me to educate
him and give him time to be strong enough. If I wanted to destroy
him, I'd have fucked him already and been done with it." She sighed,
"I gave him that Vislani against my better judgment, on your
recommendation!"
"She walked out of the temple, asking for the chosen one!"
Kata exclaimed. The Haj Lisaree had been one of the most ancient of
the unshapen ones. Now she was bonded to the captive. Kata felt this
to be a sign. Cynthia wanted to deny her access, but the mystics were
in such an uproar that she had no choice but to allow the Haj to
attend to the captive.
"But yet he is a prisoner, when the prophecies say that..."
"I know damn well what the prophecies say witch!" Cynthia
yelled, "I am not about to give my empire over to some earth male with
a talent for fucking! I am not about to give away all I built to
anyone do you hear me? I don't give a damn what the prophecies say, I
am Empress of the Sindar, and I will not submit to anyone!"
"You are taking risks with all of our lives Empress," the
mystic said calmly, "I cannot take responsibility for what happens if
you fail to head my warnings. My knowledge is give to me through the
D'ala-Ki, the energy force that gives power to the Sindar. I am but
its messenger."
"Leave me Kata," Cynthia replied, turning her back once more,
"leave me now." Kata bowed in respect and walked from the chamber,
leaving Cynthia to ponder what her next move should be.
Part III: Raping Kari
I lay there alone in the chambers, still with my hands cuffed
to the headboard. The smooth silk sheets surrounded me. My "room"
was dark lit by many candles, outside it was dark and no moonlight
came through the windows that night. The cool air blew off the
balcony as I lay there, helpless. The double doors that entered the
chambers lay exactly opposite the large canopy bed on which I was
bound. The opened in a flourish and in a start I lifted my head from
the bed, straining to see what came through the doors. The clicking
of heels on the tiled floor was followed by the entrance of two women,
one redhead and one blond. Both were tall, well built, and dressed in
long skirts and armor. They each carried some sort of staff. As they
took positions on either side of the doorway they confirmed my
suspicion that they were some sort of guard. Neither said a word as
they looked straight ahead, standing at attention. Behind them, more
footsteps as for the first time in her native world, I witnessed the
entrance of Empress Cynthia, of the Sindara.
She looked much the same as the earthly Cynthia, yet you could
feel the difference. She seemed taller, more sure of herself, more
ambitious. She radiated a tremendous power and energy, to the point
of inspiring awe and respect, if not outright fear. Her eyes glowed
with that same power. She was dressed in black, her tits accentuated
by her black leotard-like top, cut low to show her cleavage. A long
black skirt with gold trim wrapped around her waist and fell to the
floor, while one could glimpse her legs, clad in black stockings and
heels through a slit in the skirt. Her hair fell around her
shoulders, and appeared a deep crimson to black in color. A black
armband with gold trim adorned her right arm. The two guards bowed in
deep respect as she passed, she stared at me from across the room. Her
stare was cold, dark, controlling. I was overwhelmed with fear and
anticipation. My heart began to race as my blood burned. I could
sense her desire for me.
Yet I could also sense that her desire was not attraction, and
certainly it wasn't love. It was hardly even passion. It was lust,
not lust for the sex, but for the power it gave her. As my heart
pounded in my chest, and my breathing deepened and quickened, she
ordered the guards to go and wait outside the room. Bowing in respect
they left, closing the two double doors behind them. When they had
gone, Cynthia ran her hand over the door, whispering words softly. I
heard a click, and with a nod of satisfaction she turned to face me
once more.
"I am glad to see you survived the transit to our world," she
said as she waved her hand around the room, "I trust the concubine I
placed here has been keeping you informed." I nodded as she walked
towards me, examining me as I lay there, looking down at me. "As I
told you when I abducted you, you are my prisoner," she smiled, "yet
you are an honored prisoner. It is my wish that you derive some
pleasure from your imprisonment. Indeed, I believe that if you are
able to survive what must be done, I think you might find you actually
enjoy it a great deal." She sat down beside me on the bed, her energy
strong now, intoxicating.
"If I survive," I replied sarcastically, "you expect me to
enjoy something which threatens my life, where you intend to torture
me and perhaps kill me? I am not sure what I'd enjoy..." I was cut
short by a slap across the face. She looked at me with a hint of anger
in her eye.
"Shut up boy!" she shouted. I could not help but comply as
she continued, "I am more than your jailer, I am your ruler, your
mistress. You do not speak to me in this way, or you WILL be tortured
and killed, as you are of no use to me if you are stupid and insolent.
There were others before you, as you undoubtedly know, and why I am
impressed thus far, you can be replaced. You WILL address me
properly, and speak to me respectfully. I have, other than that day I
captured you, and this moment, spoken to you with respect and honor,
and you will be respected and honored. You will address me as Empress
or mistress." She grabbed my hair and forced my head backward, "do you
understand?"
"Yes Empress," I told her quietly, meaning every word. Her
power was so palpable, so real, it could be tasted, it was impossible
not to respect her. I began to speak again but she interrupted me
once more with a gesture of her hand.
"Do not speak my prince," she told me, "perhaps all was not
made as clear as I had hoped by the concubine I assigned to you." With
a gesture from her, the cuffs which held my wrists were released. I
instinctively rubbed my wrists as I looked back at her; she stood up,
taking a robe from the bedside and handing it to me. "Put this on and
come to the window with me," she told me with a smile.
"Out there, somewhere is your earth," she gestured to the
billions of stars that littered the night sky. The view was
beautiful. Stars sparkled in the night, giving light to a small city
which sprawled out from the palace window. Beyond the city rolling
hills blended into a dense forest. Beyond the forest imposing
mountains stood guard. A single tower could be seen rising above the
forest; no light came from its windows. "That is the tower of the
gateway, it is where you entered this world and where others have
entered before, and may enter again at my command," she gestured out
the window, "all of this is my empire, my kingdom. You are the first
male to look upon its beauty in decades, for as far as the mountains
in every direction, no men live, for it is an empire of women." She
whispered into my ear, leaning close, her breath hot and her sex
overwhelming, "Does that not excite you, my prince?"
"It is true there have been others before you," she dismissed
with a gesture, "and it is true they were destroyed. Yet most were
destroyed the second they came through the gate. A few survived only
to slowly wither and die over their time in our land. You see
something in the air, something mystical maintains our solitude from
men, it protects from those who would try to conquer us."
"You however, are alive," she sat back in a chair near the
window and poured herself a glass of wine, "You appear healthy. The
only real question is can you survive what is to come next, I do not
know the answer to that question because none have made it even this
far. I can tell you it is an ordeal what no Thalassian male has
survived."
"How many have you killed, my empress?" I asked.
"I do not know," she waved her hand; "I am not an evil woman.
I am ambitious, and I am powerful and I do love my power, but I am not
evil. I seek to protect that which I am caretaker of. I will not let
barbarian males over run the Sindara. I will not watch my daughters
be raped and murdered by Denothian thugs, or Carellian pirates. So I
have tried to find that which was foretold, the Ziax as it is called
in our language, the savior. The one whose energy will help replenish
our depleted stores."
"When you first came, I cared little if you lived or died,"
she confessed, "my plan was to fuck you, drain you of all of your
energy, and then discard you. That is how I have managed to keep us
alive thus far, through sacrifice. Yet I've been watching you, and
you are different, as I should have suspected when you mind fucked me
that day."
"So what is this ordeal I must survive?" I asked her.
"Being fucked by me," she said with a slight laugh, "trust me,
it is more dangerous than it sounds. I am the strongest of the
Sindara, our sexual energy is unparalleled, I was born Vislani and
rose through the ranks to be one of the rare members of that order who
is promoted to the ruling class. My sex has meant death to many men,
earthling and Thalassian, and those were all outside of this land,
from which I draw my strength. When I do fuck you my prince, it will
be on Sindaran soil, with many of our highest ranking looking on.
Their energy will overwhelm you, my sex will overwhelm you, and it
will be an experience far beyond anything you could imagine. Indeed
it will be an experience that no one has ever been so honored to
experience before. One of two things will happen that night, you will
be our savior and survive, or you will die as our sacrifice."
"But if you survive," she continued, "you will be my slave and
prince at the same time. An empire of women will owe you their life,
and I will see to it my prince is repaid." She was quiet for a moment
as she thought. I stood unable to speak, my heart racing. I should
have been afraid, but I wasn't, granted there was some fear, but I was
eager for what awaited me. "Who would you most like to fuck my
prince?"
"Well you of course my empress," I smiled. She dismissed my
answer with a wave of the hand.
"No really, before you met me, if you could have fucked
anyone," she corrected.
"Well there is that hot little cheerleader Kari," I suggested,
"why do you ask?"
"No celebrities, no one famous," she continued, I wasn't sure
where she was going, but I thought for a while, there were several,
but I picked the first that came to mind.
"Mmmm... well Mariah Carey perhaps," I suggested.
"I could get her for you," Cynthia grinned, "you could fuck
her, rape her, and use her to your heart's content. Kari too for that
matter, any woman you want, I can have brought here. Then there are
the countless of Sindaran women, and even the Thalassian peasants if
that's what you would enjoy. Some of those you might have mentioned
might already be here. How do you feel about the actress you know as
Nicole Kidman?" I stood there in disbelief, what was Cynthia
implying.
"Of course I'd like to fuck her," I told her, "I suppose you
can get her too."
"I don't need to," she grinned, "she's a Sindaran. She's
already here. What you see on earth is merely a clone. Like me, she
has the power to enter her clone's body when she wishes too. Most of
those we bring across do not have such power, but they are not missed
on earth because their clone lives on, ignorant of what has occurred."
I shook my head in disbelief, every minute there were more surprises.
"That includes your clone of course," she added.
"My clone?" so I wasn't even going to be missed. I fell into
the seat next to her and for the first time I finally realized that
I'd most likely never see any of my friends or family again. My head
in my hands I sobbed, my life was no longer my own. Sure I loved sex,
but to lose everything.
"Look at it this way, your clone lives on, your friends and
family will not mourn you, it is better that way," she offered me a
glass of wine, I drank it down greedily, "I do not regret what has
happened to you. You chose it in a way; you chose to mind fuck me
that day. Besides, I can tell there is a part of you that is eager
for this challenge, for the power that comes with it. Prince Ziax
they are calling you already, you will be worshipped by many even as
you serve me."
"I don't know, it's all so much Empress," I gazed around the
room.
"What you need is a good fuck I think," she stood and touched
the armband, closing her eyes. The door to my chambers opened and the
two guards entered again. I watched in disbelief as they dragged a
young girl into the room. She had to be around sixteen. She wore a
schoolgirl uniform and she struggled against her captures. They
pulled her across the room to a large oak table near the other window
and bent her over it. Quickly, without any emotion, they strapped her
to the table, binding her wrists and ankles, checking their strength.
As they worked, Cynthia spoke, "you can't have me yet, but I think you
will find this one to your liking. As the girl was strapped down I
finally caught a glimpse of her face, it was Kari! "I already knew
from our observations of you that you might like this one, I took the
liberty of bringing her across the day after I captured you."
"But... but," I stammered, "but she's fighting, she doesn't
want it, it would be..."
"Rape?" asked Cynthia, "this isn't Earth my prince. I am the
law, and I say you can fuck her. I'd say it isn't even rape, but I
think the thought of raping her actually excites you; you just don't
want to admit it. Let's put it this way, there will be no punishment
for raping this little slut." Cynthia went to stand next to the
struggling schoolgirl, she spanked her ass hard. "If anything I
should punish her for refusing my prince." Kari looked around in
horror, seeing me, her eyes opened wide; she recognized me and called
out my name. She begged me for help.
"I'm sorry Kari," I told her licking my lips, "but you are
mine now. I am dying to fuck that tight pussy of yours." She looked
at me in horror, once again yelling my name, begging me to let her go.
Cynthia took hold of her hair and forced her head backwards, her arms
being stretched against the bonds.
"That is his name no longer whore," she told Kari, "his name
is Ziax, the savior. You shall address him as Prince Ziax. Do you
understand?" Kari must have felt the same power I felt because she
nodded slowly, her face twisted in pain and fear, tears dripping down
her face as she lie helpless before me and my empress. "What is his
name?" Cynthia asked, pulling at Kari's hair.
"Prince Ziax," Kari said through her tears, sobbing as she
looked at me with fear in her eyes. My blood burned as I looked into
those eyes, her fear fueling my desire. Any guilt I felt was quickly
washed away with the lust that began to drive me wild. Cynthia was
right, I could rape this girl and no one would ever care. There would
be no punishment, no repercussions, and then tomorrow I could rape her
again. Kari's fate was mine to decide, and the sudden realization of
that power was intoxicating. "No..." Kari mumbled, seeing the hunger
in my eyes, "please... no..." Cynthia shoved a gag into her mouth and
tied it tight, Kari's face twisted with fear and pain.
"Yes my prince," Cynthia smiled, "now you understand!" She
beckoned me over to her, where she stood behind the helpless slut; I
joined her, kissing her deeply. That same power and energy flooded
over me, infusing me with more passion. I slapped Kari's ass hard,
her skirt lifted up around her waist. "Rape her, as hard as you want,
as rough as you can, she's nothing to us, just another toy... another
slut." She gripped my pants and pulled them open, quickly her hand as
inside my pants, stroking my thick shaft, I groaned loudly as Kari
continued to whimper and squirm. I stroked the slut's ass as Cynthia
played with my cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip. She yanked it
free from the constraint of my pants, my shaft standing hard and erect
as she sucked on her thumb. She 'mmmed' as she tasted the precum,
"Now fuck the little slut!"
I turned my attention to Kari, running my hand down along her
smooth tight ass, admiring the curves of her hips and thighs. My body
pressed against hers from behind, my cock rubbing against her ass,
throbbing against the soft flesh of the cheerleader. She was such a
tight little whore, so perfect for fucking. Her body tensed as I
touched her, squirming helplessly, whimpering through her gag. I
gripped her thigh with one hand as I grinded against her, my throbbing
cock rubbing against her pussy, feeling's it wetness, getting harder
with each moment. My organ ached to be inside the tight pussy. With
my other hand I gripped her hair and pulled back hard, forcing her to
strain her neck, her arms stretched against the bonds. Her painful
whimpers excited me, the blood burning within my loins as I pressed
the tip of my cock against her cunt. I felt Cynthia's lips on my
neck, her hands stroking my shoulders as I prepared to rape Kari. I
groaned loudly as the older woman's tongue stroked my neck, her power
intoxicating. I could sense her arousal at the scene before her. It
was as if we were linked, our minds and souls tangled together as
surely as our bodies. I bit my tongue lightly to control my desire,
which was overwhelming. Kari groaned and continued to whimper and cry
but she was nothing to me. This was her destiny, to serve as my fuck
toy.
I spanked the tight ass hard as I teased her further, the tip
of my cock probing her opening, but never fully penetrating. Her
pussy became wet despite her protests, betraying her true desire. She
would succumb to me, I knew this now. I had the power to devour her
sexually, to fuck her until she was a mindless whore, living to be
fucked. I spanked her again; she jumped at the stinging touch.
Cynthia pressed her body against mine from behind, urging me to drive
my cock into the helpless cunt, her tongue continued to lick and suck
at my neck, hungry for my flesh. The energy was electric. Unable to
hold back any longer I drove my cock deep into Kari's body with a
single thrust. Her pussy convulsed around my invading shaft, her
muffled screams intensifying the experience. Cynthia leaned hard
against me, her body hot against my back as she pushed, encouraging me
to drive my cock deeper. My cock writhed and pulsated within the
teenager's body, taking on a life of its own. I groaned as I enjoyed
the silky feel of her cunt around my shaft.
"Damn whore, that's a nice pussy," I told her as I spanked her
hard. I pulled out slowly, holding her ass tightly as my cock backed
out, almost to the tip, her cunt still pulsating and twitching,
driving me deeper into the lust. Then with a grunt I slammed into her
again, burying the entire length of my shaft into her tight hole. My
cock slammed against her cervix sending waves of pain and pleasure
through her helpless body. Her muscles were tight, her body stretched
taught as she struggled and screamed. Again I thrusted hard, and
again she fought against me to no avail.
Cynthia meanwhile was wild with pleasure as she watched the
scene before her. She encouraged me to fuck her harder, showing no
concern for the young girl. More than once Cynthia brought her hand
down on the young slut's ass. She had torn off my shirt and gripped
my chest tight as her lips and tongue caressed my back and neck.
Harder I slammed into the cheerleader and harder I spanked her. Deeper
with every thrust, my cock felt like it was growing inside her, it
felt as though it might tear through her insides. I reached into her
mind as I had Cynthia before and probed deeper... imaging my cock
living within her, tearing her apart inside. Kari's mind was weak and
easily raped, she screamed out as imaginary pain tore through her
body, she began to shake and drool as she was raped body and soul.
Cynthia groaned and let out a soft yell of surprise as she saw what
was happening.
Cynthia was surprised by the power I had already, and she
began to cum herself as she too was pulled into the mind orgy. It was
an indescribable experience, three minds, three souls a tangle of sex
and power, with Kari's weak essence struggling to resist against the
powerful combination of Cynthia and myself. It became clear to me
that I could destroy her mind if I so chose, I could tear it apart as
surely as I was tearing apart her cunt.
"My prince," Cynthia moaned, "you are powerful. You could
destroy her if you wish; we can find others for you to prey upon!"
Cynthia's body was tense with anticipation, the sexual power was
incredible. She focused her own energy, working to harness the power
of the union, shaping it and storing it.
"I think I want to save her, use her again and again, rape her
at my leisure," I told her, Kari squirmed in fear as we spoke about
her life so nonchalantly. Cynthia nodded in agreement as I continued
to thrust my shaft into the whore's body. Our three bodies pressed
together, fucking hard and deep. Cynthia and I raped this girl
together, bringing her to the point of collapse. "OH GOD," I yelled
out, "I think I am going to cum!" Kari shook in desperation at the
same time as Cynthia moaned in delight. Pressing herself harder
against me she shoved my cock into the helpless fuck. Yelling loudly,
spanking her ass, pulling her hair and bringing her to the point of
unconsciousness, I released my load. I shook and jerked as what
seemed like gallons of cum gushed from my cock, filling the slut and
dripping out of her pussy. She began to seize as the cum filled her,
shaking violently, drool falling from her gagged mouth as she shook
uncontrollably.
"The power of your seed, my prince!" Cynthia exclaimed. "It
has the power of life and death. Her weak body may not be able to
handle it. Cynthia pulled me out of the whore and stroked my cock.
Covering her hand in my cum she then lifted her hand to her mouth and
licked and devoured the semen, moaning in delight. As Kari continued
to shake and thrash, Cynthia's eyes rolled back in deep pleasure, as
if she was getting high off my cum. I myself fell back into a large
plush chair, exhausted, but satisfied. I had never imagined such
pleasure before. The taste of power was drug like, and I knew I was
going to be addicted to it.
Kari ceased thrashing and collapsed unconscious. "Is she
dead?" I asked Cynthia, who was still high from the cum. I watched her
as she flexed her neck, taking a deep breath as she enjoyed the
lingering pleasure.
"No, just a little broken I think," Cynthia smiled, "We'll see
that she is cleaned up and readied for when you might like to have her
again my prince." She straightened her gown and walked to the front
of the table where Kari was bound. Lifting her head she looked down
at her unconscious form and nodded, "not bad for a peasant." She
lowered her head back down, Kari's thick tangle of hair a hiding her
features. "As for you," she smiled, "now you've had a taste of power.
Maybe being my captive prince won't be so bad after all?"
"No..." I thought allowed, "perhaps not."
"In seven months will come the day of ritual, the Ven-D'ala,"
she explained, "on that day I will claim you. I will fuck you like
you've never been fucked before. My unleashed energy could very well
destroy you, and I will not hold back. In the meantime, we will have
some fun while we prepare you for the ordeal." She smiled at me and
turned to leave the room, the two guards opened the doors. They were
visibly shaken, as if they were effected by the wild fucking that took
place in the room just moments before. Without saying a word, they
removed Kari from the table, and carried her out. The door closed,
and I heard the sound of the lock clicking home, locking me within my
chamber.