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From: The Dark Lord Ziax <lordziax@gmail.com>
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Subject: Ziaxan Chronicles: Raping Renee
Date: Fri, 03 Apr 2009 23:42:06 -0400
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On Fri, 12 Dec 2008 00:38:47 -0500, Lord Ziax <lord_ziax@yahoo.com>
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The Paj-Dovek Part 1: Raping Renee
Whenever I rape a new slave, I always love to look into their eyes.
Tearful or not, there is something about the look they get in their
eyes. The mix of fear and hatred, lust and revulsion, pain and
pleasure, simply drives me wild. The knowledge that they are staring
into the dark depths of my soul, that they are feeling the penetrating
coldness and powerful fire of my own gaze back at them, is arousing to
say the least. The smell of fear, the pulsating energy of the
dala-ki, it fuels me, energizes me, and indeed, brings me to a higher
level of consciousness. It brings a high like no other. A high that
I was currently experiencing with Renee.
The actress was proving to be extraordarily resistant, which I was of
course finding delightful. She had just managed to try and spit at me
with those gorgeous, large cock sucking lips of her, which prompted me
to strike her hard across the face, shutting up her protests for the
time being. I grabbed her by the neck now, standing before her as she
stood lashed to the wall and ran my free hand up body, admiring her
curves as she tried to turn her gaze from mine.
"Do you know my dear," I whispered to her, leaning in close, "that the
Sindarans have no word for 'rape'?" She struggled at the word, her
body tense and full of sexual energy. "No, well they call this here,
what I am doing to you my whore," I continued, "they call it Vir-ki
Paj-dovek." She tried to spit again, and failed, but once again I hit
her hard, causing her to sob softly. "Vir-ki Paj-dovek," I repeated,
"means, loosely of course, 'the gift'."
"Well," I continued, elaborating on my slight misrepresentation, "the
word technically refers to the ritual sex rite which basically for all
intensive purposes, is rape, but on much more than a physical level.
So much more..." I let the idea of this sink in to my prey before I
continued, "Paj-dovek, as it is often called for short, is a mental,
spiritual and physical rape, a raping of the mind and spirit, a taking
of your very essence for my own." I could feel her fear increase,
could feel the power coursing between us. My cock throbbed hungrily
as I leaned forward to lick her neck. The touch of my lips and tongue
on her flesh sent waves of pain and pleasure through my victim,
causing her to tense in her bonds. Meanwhile I ran my hand slowly up
her long, muscular leg, sliding my hands over the fishnet stockings.
She whimpered as she felt my touch, writhing in my hands, struggling
against the bonds which held her lashed to the wall.
Roughly, I tore her dress open, baring her gorgeous tits which I
groped and licked roughly, as if devouring her, tasting her essence,
her energy, consuming her spirit. She cried out and struggled, but
by now she knew she was helpless. Her tits were beautiful, and full
of power, I feasted on them as I continued to grope at her legs and
ass, the ritual overtaking me, consuming me, it became about my hunger
for her and nothing else. Her struggles continued, and indeed
intensified, but they only served to turn me on, to burn my blood
further. She also began to scream more, her tough facade breaking
down.
Groping her tits, I watched her struggle, kicking her legs up,
writhing against the wall. I had hoisted her so that her legs were
dangling, her entire weight now on her arms, threatening to pull her
shoulders out.
"God, please, please," she cried, "let me go, I can't take this... oh
it hurts.... it hurts, please make it stop..." She was growing
delirious from pain and fear, and I licked her tits hungrily, feeling
her nipples harden beneath my hands, following my commands. "Oh god,"
she moaned again.
I pulled her legs up high, lashing her ankles up into the leather
straps which hung from the ceiling. She was suspended before me now,
back to the wall, arms tied up above her head, arms aching from the
strain. Her legs were pulled upwards and outward, spread wide for me
by the straps from above. She was quite flexible, and her ability to
tolerate pain was exceptional.
"Please," she cried, "it hurts... my body, my arms... I am not sure
how much longer I can handle this."
"There is going to be more pain to come my dear," I told her, "a great
deal more pain." Her eyes filled with fear, tears falling down her
face as she hung there, dejected and broken emotionally. Now it was
time to break her physically. Her hands bound, her legs strapped up,
she hung from the dungeon as I slammed harder and deeper into her with
every thrust. She screamed and thrashed as I raped her, her body on
fire from the powerful energies that were unleashed within her by the
ritual sex. I held her pinned to the wall by her neck, not enough to
strangle her but enough to increase her fear. Now she was screaming
and thrashing, mouth gurgling in fear as she was raped brutally by my
cock.
Harder and deeper I raped the actress turned rape slut, her strong,
well muscled body pushed to the limit. She hung there helpless,
writhing, shaking, as I raped her with such an intense power she began
to have seizures from the onslaught. Her body was crying out, unable
to withstand the power of the ritual, rejecting the energy I was
infusing into her. She was burning inside and out as I fucked her to
death.
For hours I raped Renee, abusing her verbally and physically, although
she was no longer in any shape to protest. Again she seized, eyes
rolling back, head slamming against the wall as her body shook in it's
bonds, her shoulders nearly dislocated from the thrashing. By that
point I was intoxicated from the ritual fucking, from the brutal
raping. I had claimed her energy from her and it was making me high.
I would fuck her to death, and then bring her back through the power
of the d'ala-ki... reborn as Sindaran.
Soon, she was unconscious. My writhing, pulsating shaft grew hard and
wild inside her as I crushed her helpless, now limp body against the
wall. Her head slammed against the wall with each thrust as she hang
there like a limp puppet. Her energy gone, all claimed by me, her
life nearly gone.... and then I came.
As my cum gushed into her cunt, her head flew back and eyes open wide.
She screamed silently as the hot seed filled her, burning inside, but
bringing her new life. Once again her body shook and she seized as
she was reborn through my seed, through my power.
I came what seemed like gallons into her cunt, and indeed it was
dripping from her pussy as I finished my final thrusts. Exhausted,
but powerful, the new energy coursing through my veins, I stepped
back. She was alive, but nearly unconscious, her head falling to one
side as she drooled from her mouth.
Who knew what sort of shape she'd be in when she awoke, but her body
was all I needed, and I would use it again. In the meantime I let my
servants cut her down and clean her up. I smiled, knowing I'd rape
her again soon.