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Subject: Ziaxan Chronicles: Raping Amy (repost, Mf, noncon, bondage, pain)
Date: Sat, 04 Apr 2009 11:28:00 -0400
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Ziaxan Chronicles: Raping Amy
The Ziax Chronicles: Raping Amy
My challenge with Empress Cynthia was only days away at this point,
and I was feeling up to the challenge. I had grown powerful, and not
one of the whores whom chose to challenge me could withstand that
power. Duchess Nicole, Mistress Thora and her sister Christina, and
even the Grand Mistress Kata herself had all succumbed to my power and
pledged their loyalty to me. Cynthia was in for a surprise when I
claimed her cunt as mine and took over he empire. I had already begun
briefings with Kata and some of the elite amazons as to the current
state of affairs in the world, and had plans for our wars against
those who threated the Sindaran empire. Cynthia was a fool in that
she had let her foes get the upper hand on her and I planned on being
far more aggressive in seeking their defeat.
Amy had nothing to do with these grand plans, nothing at all. For all
I cared, Amy was a sacrifice. Amy I suppose was my first real
willful abuse of power, and the first whore I had asked to have
kidnapped and brought into the Sindaran world. She was literally,
the girl next door. She was a young girl, must have been about 13,
who lived across the street from me and went to my school. I had
known her older sister as she was in my class and watched her get a
woman's body. Amy, at least in my mind, was a tease and deserved a
good fuck whether she wanted it or not. The funny thing about her, is
when it came to her facial features, I'd actually describe her as
fairly ugly. Her head was a little too large for her body, and her
nose a little too large for her face. She did not have the greatest
complexion, and had rather large brown eyes. Her hair was plain,
brown and straight. Yet, her homely looks only seemed to increase my
hunger for her.
From the neck down, she was a different story. She was petite,
standing only about 5'0" tall or so, and had a nice slim little waist.
Her breasts were not overly large, perhaps about a C cup, but they
were firm and round and bounced just right as she walked along, and
she had a habit of walking with these bouncy little steps that made
them jiggle perfectly. Her slim little waist curved into a nice
curvy, well rounded ass and a pair of firm, muscular legs. She was a
gymnast, and a dancer, and it showed in her legs. Indeed, I suppose
to many her big, thick calves, curvy and firm, would have been too
big, but not to me. There was nothing I loved more than a pair of
monstrous calves if they were on otherwise firm, toned legs. Ballet
dancers, gymnast, figure skaters... I loved them all. Amy's legs
however, they were perfect. I could think of nothing I'd rather do
than lay my hands on those big calves and squeeze them as I fucked her
tight virgin hole. To finish it all off she had nice tiny feet.
Amy made it worse by her tendency to wear short little skirts that
showed off her waist and draped teasingly over her rounded ass. Short
little pleated skirts were her favorite way to tease me. They'd sway
as she walked her bouncy little steps, teasing you to hike them up
further to catch of glimpse of her round ass. I'd fucked her sister,
but she didn't have anywhere near the same body, and ever since Amy
had blossomed at the age of 12 I had dreamed of fucking her so hard
that I made her scream.
Somehow, Thora got a hold of her. I think she had convinced Cynthia
to bring her across, for part of my preparation, just as she had
brought Kari.
Now I stood in from of her, in the darkened chamber as she hung there,
helpless and looked her over. Her firm thighs and calves were
gorgeous under the pleated miniskirt. She hung so that she was nearly
eye level with me. I walked behind her, and spoke softly into her ear
so that she jumped, making her arms ache as she hung from the ceiling.
As I spoke, I grabbed her brown hair and pulled her head back hard.
"One word from you and you are dead," I told her coldly, "I will not
hesitate to have you killed if you give any trouble." She began to
whimper, and almost cry out, but I explained to her I was serious with
a tug of her hair. "I am Lord Ziax," I told her, "I am your owner,
and your master. You are now mine, to do with as I will. Nothing can
save or help you, the law here is my desire. You will call me Lord,
Master, or Sir at all times, and nothing else. Once again, failure to
obey can mean your death. I have raped hundreds like you, and will
rape hundreds more, it means nothing to me if you die. Do you
understand."
"
Yes..." she whimpered and nodded, I yank hard at her hair and grabbed
her tits with my free hand.
"WHAT? Yes WHAT?" I whispered harshly.
"Yes, my master," she cried out.
"Much better," I told her as my hands ran up and down her shapely
legs. I was obsessed with those large, muscular calves, I made her
jump as I squeezed them tightly. "God I love your legs girl," I told
her, "finally I get my hands on these gams, was tired of you flaunting
them around me. I can't wait to get my cock in that cunt too." She
whimpered softly as I groped her roughly, playing with her body,
playing with her like she was my toy. She slipped as she called me
by my name, begging me to let her go. I answered her with a slap
across the face that made her swing from her bonds and prompted her to
cry.
"Don't be stupid bitch," I told her, "I am not kidding about being
able to do what I want to you. You aren't home anymore, you aren't on
earth even. There is no one here who is going to help you or come to
your rescue. Your family isn't even going to miss you, a copy has
taken your place, you are my rape toy, to do with as I wish, so don't
make me kill you."
Scared, delirious, and realizing that he meant his threat seriously,
you swallow hard in an effort to remain quiet. You still dont quite
understand how you got here, all you can remember is waking up tied to
a bed, helpless and in an unfamiliar place. Someone had dressed you
in the dress you were wearing now, what was frightening though was
that it was your dress. When they moved you to this room, the women
who moved you said nothing. Roughly they grabbed you, bound you, and
dragged you to this dark, candle lit chamber where you were hung from
the ceiling and left there. You tried screaming at first, your
screams echoing through the chamber until you were hoarse. No one
came. Your arms now ached from hanging there, dangling by the chain,
and only your gymnastics experience was keeping your arms from being
pulled from their sockets.
A deep, dark, almost otherworldly fear slowly begins to build up
inside of you. It is the sort of fear that gets lodged in your throat
and threatens to choke you, yet it was more real. It winds around you
and squeezes you, but at times caresses you. It is as if your fear
were alive in the room with you and was working to smother and consume
you. Of course you do not realize it now, but this is the Dala-Ki
reacting to your presence. Your arms ache as you hang there helpless
before your new master. Too afraid to scream, too afraid to fight,
you hang quietly as Ziax looks you over, licking his lips in hunger as
he prepares to rape you mercilessly. Your pussy tight with fear, your
chest aching as the pain and fear of your captivity well up inside
you.
He runs his hand up your leg slowly now, caressing you calf. His
touch is like electricity, sending waves of pleasure and pain through
your body that cause you to scream out loud. His hot touch sends
waves of energy through you, intoxicating and painful. You have
always been proud of your calves, big and strong from years of ballet
and gymnastics and that pride made them a weakness which he was
exploiting. Your muscles twitching in fear and delight, you whimper
as he runs his hand along your thick calf muscle and up the back of
your thigh.
Ive always loved your legs, he tells you as he whispers in your
ear. His breath is hot on your neck. Ive always wanted to fuck the
shit out of them, make them sweat and tremble as I rape your pussy.
You almost begin to scream again but he pulls a knife out and places
it to your neck, forcing you to swallow hard on your scream, making
your chest ache. His hand slides roughly under your skirt as he
grips your panties tight in his hand and rips them from you violently,
your body jerking in your bonds, your arms aching as you hang
helpless, Lord Ziax tearing your panties from you and slapping your
tight round ass. Mmmm, he continues, nice ass too. You are so
afraid, I can smell it. Your fear is intoxicating my little slut.
Hungrily he sucks and licks at your neck , his free hand squeezing
your bare ass roughly, making you squirm, yet still you are too afraid
to scream, the knife still at your neck. Your body tingles as he
sucks at your flesh, a strange pain mixed with pleasure overwhelming
you, setting your pussy on fire as he devours your sexual energy like
some sort of vampire. Waves of hot fire flood your flesh and soul as
he slides his hand around to grope your now bare pussy as you hang
helpless before him. His tough on your clit sends shocks through your
body, as without warning, you are forced to orgasm as you hang there
before him. As violent, almost painful, orgasms fill your cunt and
shake your body your arms ache further as they are stretched at their
sockets. As he releases your cunt, your bodys trebling subsides, the
spasms over your cunt slowing as you catch your breath, overwhelmed by
the power he has over your body.
Yes my little slut, he smiles as he places the knife he was
threatening you with down, now you understand the control I have over
your flesh and soul. Your cunt, your sex, everything about you body
and soul, now belongs to me. Again he rubs your clit, and
again your body thrashes and shakes against your will as your pussy
squeezes and tightens in a violent orgasm.
For hours his abuse and teasing seem to go on as he uses his very
tough to force you to cum against your will. No matter how much you
attempt to resist, you are too weak for him. You cant help but to
regret all the times you flaunted your tight ass and shapely legs
before him. Perhaps you do deserve to be raped and tortured for his
pleasure.
Your mind reels as he grips your blouse and tears it wide open, baring
your firm shapely tits. You moan in protest, but helpless to truly
resist you are beginning to resign yourself to the fact that you are
his, to use as he pleases. Your weak mind and soul are nothing
compared to the power he has attained.
His hands grip your thighs now, the firm curves of your thigh muscles
excite him further as he licks your now bare breasts. As his tongue
flicks its way across breast and nipple the same fire fills your body,
as he holds back none of his powerful sexual energy. Your helpless
body wracked with pain and pleasure as your breasts are sucked
hungrily by Lord Ziax. His tight grip on your thighs burns as his
fingers dig into your tight, well formed flesh. Like an animal he
bites and sucks at your nipples, your tits sore as he devours your
soul through them. He feeds on you like a vampire on his prey, only
sucking your sexual energy from you, leaving you empty and broken as
your very life weakens from his onslaught.
T
hen you feel the hardness of his cock against your dripping, helpless
cunt and you prepare yourself for the inevitable. The power of his
cock burns your flesh, the hot throbbing shaft pulsating against you
with a life of its own as you whimper and squirm, unable to prevent
what is about to happen. His tongue on your neck, he whispers in your
ear, time to rape this cunt girl His complete lack of concern for
your pain is obvious as he squeezes your thighs harder, your arms
aching from hanging there before him you begin to cry from the pain
and horror of what is happening to you. This seems only to increase
his pleasure as his cock throbs faster at the opening to your pussy,
your fear feeding his passions. He might kill you with this fucking,
and it wouldnt matter to him, his lust and loathing for you apparent
he prepares to drive his cock deep into you.
He grabs your ass and thrusts hard, burying his thick, pulsating cock
all the way into your tight young pussy. His power shoots through
your body like a wave of fire and you cry out in anguish as his cock
slams hard against your cervix. Your body hangs limp and helpless as
he rapes you deep and hard, your mind overcome with his lust and
power. Your eyes roll back in your head and you begin to shake
violently on his cock, cumming in a way youd never come before, an
orgasm not just of your body, but of your mind, and of your very soul
as you thrash about on his cock as you hang there like a helpless fuck
doll.
Again and again Lord Ziax thrusts his cock deep into your tight cunt,
hader and deeper with each thrust. Your body hangs there, you are
unable to resist, or even cry out, awake, you feel every thrust, but
your body just hangs there broken, unable to resist. Your mind is
fucked and raped with violent power; your soul is raped by his
powerful energy. You are consumed, body, mind and soul by this man,
your new lord and master. Each thrust brings you close to
unconsciousness, and even death, but he slaps you hard to keep you
awake.
He pushes the tangle of hair out of your face and strokes your cheek
softly before striking you again, and again. Thats it whore, he
tells you, stay awake for me, no passing out. This is what you
deserve. A slut like you is just begging for this. He laughs as he
rapes you, moaning in delight as his hard wet cock pumps deeper inside
you. You look at him with eyes filled with fear, pleading with him,
but you see no mercy in his gaze back at you. Again he thrusts, and
your body begins to cum, and you are helpless to stop it.
You shake and squirm once again in a seizure like fit as you cum on
his cock. His powerful body seems capable of continuing for hours,
his sweat mingles with yours as he holds you closer to him now, the
heat of his power radiating from him, intoxicating you. You moan
involuntarily as your mind spins in circles. His cock feels as if it
would tear through your heart, or up into your skull as it is driven
deeper. He cuts your arms loose with his knife, and you fall back,
arching your back as he fucks your limp body. There he stands, in the
center of the chamber, fucking you as you are suspended above the
ground, raped like a doll, unable to resist, your body totally his.
Against you orgasm, and again hours seem to pass, and you feel your
life fading as he devours your soul with every thrust .
A sharp pain and his threatening voice jolt you awake. You are not
sure how much time has passed, but without knowing how you got there,
you find yourself bent over a large oak table, pinned down as he rapes
you from behind, he holds your hair tight and spanks your ass hard as
he thrusts into you mercilessly.
Wake up slut, he tells you, or Ill kill you now. Im not finished
with you yet
Again he thrusts, and again you cum wildly on his cock, his tongue
against your ear he sucks hungrily as he rapes your soul deeper and
harder, tearing into your innoncence.
Your thick muscular calves tighten as he rams into you again and
again, he reaches down feeling the curves of your legs, growing more
lustful for your tight gymnasts body. Again and again he rams his
throbbing organ into you, your body crushed against the cold wood.
Your sweat and tears mingle with the sweat and tears of countless
others who have been raped on that cold table, the fear tearing your
mind apart as violently as his cock tears your cunt apart.
Soon, you are nothing but a sobbing broken piece of flesh, your body
broken, your mind torn apart, your pussy searing with pain. You can
no longer hold on, and even his spanking and slapping do nothing to
keep you awake, you feel yourself ebbed into unconciousness, you feel
yourself begin to die. Slowly he claims your life, your soul, you
have been raped to death by this man, this monster, your lord and
master. Part of you cries out to serve him while part of you detests
him, his power intoxicating, your mind slips into darkness and then
Lord Ziax cums, filling you with his seed.
Like a fire it flashes through you, and you thrash with seizure,
intoxicated and consumed from within by the power of his seed, the
Dala-ki at work inside you. Ziax cries out as his cum continues to
flow, giving back to you a small part of that life force that he took,
a life force tainted by his darkness, twisted and corrupted. You had
touched death, but have been brought back by his power.
You are reborn.
Finished, Lord Ziax leaves the room, leaving you to lie in darkness,
slumped against the table, nearly dead, but saved by his seed. You
drift into unconsciousness and are overcome with fitful dreams of rape
and torture, reliving the experience over and over again. At the same
time you feel like you can sense other victims, and feel their pain
and pleasure at the hands of their lord and master. You are feeling
the affects of the Dala-Ki, strong in you now as you have been
touched by the master, and reborn from his seed.
You awake in a plush bedroom. Someone had cleaned and dressed you,
once again in a short red dress and heels like the one you used to
wear to tease the man you now know as Lord Ziax. Your body sore, you
are amazed to find it unmarked, your legs strong and curvy, your slide
your hand along them, trying to imagine the touch of his hand. You
shiver in fear and delight as you look around the room. A luxurious
bedroom it might be, it is still a cell, as the door is locked and you
are unable to get out. Your hand going to your neck you realize now
you are in a collar. Fear fills your heart as you realize you are now
his prisoner, and you know now you will never know freedom again. As
you lie back down, sobbing in fear, you feel your womb pulsate in a
wave of pleasure and pain.
His dark seed is at work inside you .