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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 chosen to
kidnap and summon into the Sindaran world. She was literally, the
girl next door. She was a young girl, must have been about 14, who
lived across the street from me. I had known her older sister in high
school and had watched her grow up. 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.
With Thora's help, I had mastered the use of the summoning
chamber and abducted her to my new world, leaving behind a clone in
her place. For the time being I kept my existence there unknown to
her, and Thora had her dragged kicking and screaming from the chamber.
She was taken to my chambers and was left there, bound, to wait for
me. There she was now, bound, blindfolded and completely alone
dangling from the ceiling by her wrists, her feet unable to touch the
ground. She had screamed and cried out for help for over an hour
before giving up, but now was quiet. Thora begged me to be present
but I had decided it would be me alone with Amy for this first
session. I told Thora to watch from the scrying pool in the garden,
and she would feel it all through the D'ala-Ki anyway.
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
don't 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
D'ala-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.
"I've always loved your legs," he tells you as he whispers in
your ear. His breath is hot on your neck. "I've 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 body's 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 can't 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.
Then 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 wouldn't 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 you'd 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. "That's 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 I'll kill you now. I'm 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 gymnast's 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 D'ala-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 D'ala-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 .