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Subject: Ziaxan Chronicles Chapter 8: The Fall of Cynthia
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This is just one chapter of a series, as well as some other stuff I
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The Fall of Cynthia
The moment had come. It had been months since my
abduction at the hands of the Amazon Empress, Cynthia, months since my
old life and the world I knew had come to an end, and this new one had
begun. Had I not been intoxicated by the power and sex of this new
world I was discovering, I may have had time to mourn the loss of what
I once had. My old life, my old family, my old friends, were
basically no more. My plans, and dreams, and goals would never be.
There had been moments when the tragedy of my situation truly hit me,
and in my defense, in those times I had wept and felt sorrow. I had
not grown so cold and addicted to the sex and power I now knew that I
was oblivious to my loss, nor was I oblivious to the loss my family
and friends must have felt, and their sorrow. Yet, I will admit I was
quick to embrace my new life. I was young, male, horny, and now
thrown into a world of sex and intrigue. I was surrounded by
hundreds of beautiful Sindaran women whose sexual power was palpable.
The energy of the D'ala-Ki had changed me, the power I had taken from
those I had raped and sacrificed in the name of my own survival had
changed me. I had learned what it felt like to have raped, to have
tortured, and even to have killed. I had taken innoncent girls and
used them for my pleasure, oblivious to, and even enjoying the pain
which I had put them through. I had been worshiped.
I was addicted to the power, and to the sex. My mind and
soul had embraced the d'ala ki and I felt at one with it. The thought
of leaving this world, were it even an option, never even occured to
me. This was my life now, and in all honestly, I was loving it.
Sex, Power, Life and Death; these were the manifestations
of the energy of the world. They were primal and absolute, all
different aspects of the same thing. This is the truth I had come to
know, and the excitment it created was orgasmic in and of itself. Now,
in moments, all of these would come together. The reality that I
could lose my encounter with the empress was very real to me. This
night I could die. Cynthia could prove more powerful, and succeed in
her plan to destroy me, claiming my power as hers, devouring me, body
and soul. Yes, I could lose. Yet if I did, it would be in the most
glorious act of fucking ever witnessed, of that I was sure.
I had to wonder how much of what had gone on over the past
few months Cynthia was aware of? Did she really think I had been
imprisoned, guarded carefully, prepared for this day? Or did she know
she was being betrayed, her private sacrifice being fucked by some of
the most powerful women in her empire, all of them eventually
submitting to me. Nicole and Thora had prepared me indeed, prepared
me to defeat their queen, and be their ruler. And tonight, the two of
them would be there, witnessing the event, their sexual energy focused
on me, strengthening me as I raped their queen, Nicole's own sister.
That very act of betrayal only served to excite me further.
I had been brought to the arena that morning, by the
Duchess and the two elite guard members who had been assigned to me
during my months of "imprisoment", Royal Centuria Christine and Royal
Centuria Morgan. They too were now mine, having pledged themselves to
me, body and soul, as my guard and personal soldiers. Their betrayal
was essential to my success, for they would be the closest to the
altar on which the planned sacrifice was to take place. When the time
came and I revealed my power to the empress and fought to dominate
her, it would be the two Centuria who would aid in strapping her to
the altar.
The altar itself stood amid a large open air amphitheatre.
As I stood waiting in the darkness at the top of the entrance steps, I
looked down into the crowded arena. The altar was made of obsidian,
and stood dark in the middle, with rows of padded marble benches
rising up from around it. In the nearest row, at the bottom of the
sloped amphitheatre there were large, cushioned, high backed thrones
for vips to sit, all facing the altar on it's platform. The
amphitheatre was old, built by the first Sindarans for conducting
ancient rituals. Before the chamber of life was built, it was here
that Sindaran women were impregnated, so that their race would live on
despite being a race of females. It was said that on this very altar,
their race was born, and that when the chosen one, their saviour came,
it was on this same altar that their race would be reborn. That
prophecy was about to come true tonight.
It was reassuring to know I had a prophecy on my side.
Cynthia had misinterpreted it, or so the Mistani believed, and in her
greed refused to admit that the time had come for her to submit
herself to a man. This night she would learn her mistake. The
empress was powerful, and egotistical. It was hard to imagine her
submiting to anyone, let alone a man she herself had abducted and
brought to their world. With that in mind, I was prepared to destroy
her if I must, and my Centuria were prepared to aid me, even if it
cost them their lives. As I looked around the arena from my vantage
point I spotted Nicole in her throne up front, several other powerful
Sindaran women sat to either side of her. Off to the right, sat Kata
and her daughters, and I thought I saw Thora smile up at me as she sat
nervously. It was Thora who was the architect of all of this, it was
she who was determined to forsee the prophecy upheld.
As it grew dark, I noticed for the first time the three
moons in the sky above, reminding me I wasn't home any longer. The
white marble of the amphitheate glowed in the moonlight, the black
altar standing out in stark contrast. The energy of the amphitheatre
was almost unbearable, a focus of sexual energy, pulsating with the
power of the D'ala-Ki. I closed my eyes and it was as if I could
sense the sexual spirit of each of the women who sat, prepared to
witness my destruction. Each of them, in time, would bow to me and
serve me as their master.
The gong sounded, and the crowd grew quiet, the only noise
the sound of the wind whistling through the arena. The air was warm
and fragrant as slaves lit incense around the outside of the altar.
The crowd waited in anticipation, their own sexual excitement evident
as the gong sounded a second time. Keeping with her role, Wendy, the
lead Centuria shoved me forward onto the entrace platform at the top
of the amphitheatre. All eyes turned to me as she grabbed the robe
which covered me and roughly tore it from my body. It fell around me,
my hands bound in front of me by manacles. I stood there, naked,
before the elite of the Sindaran race and knew then the power I held.
For all of those eyes, those sensual Sindaran eyes, looked upon me
with awe. Many had never seen a male before, yet others who had were
still captivated. I had grown in hight and physique through my
bonding with the D'ala-Ki, and as they beheld me, their lust and
desire was evident. They could smell the power that eminated from me,
sense my energy. I could feel their desire tingle through me, the
energy of the D'ala-Ki empowering me, energizing me.
I heard some muffled gasps and whimpers as my cock grew
hard and rigid as I stood there naked before hundreds of women. Some
moaned aloud, already driven to orgasm by the energy of that night. I
myself could have cum easily in that moment, my mind a mix of orderly
planning and crazed lust as I tried to remind myself to stay in
control.
"Behold the sacrifice!" I heard a voice call out, it was
Cynthia. She had entered through the lower entrance and now stood
beside the altar. Despite my own sense of power, she was something to
behold. Tall, statuesque, with long brown hair and fine features she
stood in a black gown, with a laced, corset like bodice and long
flowing skirts that were slit up the side. Her strong, sleek legs
were visible as she stood gesturing to me at the top of the steps.
"Today I claim the power of this soul to save our people!" My mind
reeled. Perhaps I would not be strong enough. I could feel, smell,
and see her power from where I stood. My cock throbbed as my body
trembled in delight and fear. Wendy's strong grip on my arm kept me
anchored, and reminded me of the task ahead. "Bring him!" Cynthia
commanded as the Centuria led me down the marble steps, all eyes
watching me as I walked, my cock rigid before me. My heart was racing
with excitiment, my hands tightening in their bonds behind my back.
Slowly the two guards guided me, hands on my arms, their grip tight,
their touch hot. As I looked down at Cynthia I could see the power
eminate from her. Indeed I had only witnessed a fraction of her power
thus far. It was as if a sexual fire burned at the bottom of the
steps, blinding and burning.
Yet, I reveled in it. Closing my eyes as I was guided by
my guards, I felt her power ebb over me and fuel me, stirring my own
power within. My cock throbbed with hunger for Cynthia's tight cunt,
part of me wanted to break from my bonds and just grab her now. It
was then that I realized that I could do just that... but no, I would
be patient and make her believe she had me, then I would make her my
whore. The women witnessing were moaning in their seats, some already
orgasming from the energy of the event, as I could sense. Thora
herself sat in her chair, head thrown back, clutching the arm rests as
she allowed her body to cum, as did her sister Christina next to her,
both writhing in their seats, reveling in the moment.
My body, mind and soul were on fire. If it were not for
Wendy's strong hand on my shoulder I might not have been able to keep
my head clear. She however, with a simple touch, reminded me of my
power and destiny. With a deep breath I cleared my head of the
distracctions around me and focused only on the powerful ebb and flow
of the D'ala-Ki. My body tingled as the power surged within me, my
mind intent on my goal: the complete and utter domination of Cynthia.
I was lowered onto the stone table, my naked body bound to
the cold dark surface of the altar. My cock now throbbed wildly at
attention, sticking straight into the air as I lie there, breathing
deeply as the guards stepped back and kneeled to the side, their heads
bowed.
Cynthia walked slowly around the altar, having finished
her required speach, she too now focused on the task at hand. As she
finished her walk around, her hand touched my bare leg and my body
tensed and I moaned loudly, her touch was hot and sent lightning like
waves of pleasure and pain through my body. My muscles tensed as her
hand slid along the inside of my leg, up my thight, where she placed
her hand over my cock and stroked. Gasping loudly I felt her power
run through me, my body orgasming within, my sould trapped by her grip
and power. The arena was filled with moans and grunts as those
present were overwhelmed by the power, some falling to the ground and
cumming right there.
"It's a shame I have to kill you," she whispered softly as
she leaned down and ran her tongue along the tip of my shaft, her
saliva glistening on my cock as her lips caressed and sucked. My body
was overwhelmed with pleasure as I felt the d'ala-surge between us.
"Your seed will bring me the power I need," she whispered as she
pulled her lips from my cock. My focus was now on her completely, her
well muscled body, her sensual lips, the power within her. I could
sense the power around me, but the audience was secondary, all that
mattered in this moment was Cynthia.
She climbed onto the altar, standing over me, her long
skirts draped around my body. She held her hands in the air and began
chanting, and soon others joined with her, now intoxicated with the
power of the sex. The chanting reverberating through my body, through
Cynthia's body, taking us to levels of pleasure I never imagined. I
was hungry for her cunt, I wanted to fuck her so bad, my cock felt
like it was on fire as I gritted my teeth and pulled at the bonds. She
tossed her head back in delight and fell to her knees, quickly
slamming herself down onto my cock, the writhing, pulsating shaft
driving deep into her powerful cunt. The power of her womb was
intense as my cock throbbed within her. Cynthia grabbed my chest as
she tossed her head back and arched her back in intense pleasure, my
shaft deep within in.
I bucked hard against her, pumping my shaft as she gyrated
on top of me. We were like two wild animals, fucking wildly and
intensely as the chanting and moaning around us grew louder. She
bounced hard up and down on my shaft, her hair tangled in front of her
face. I could feel her focusing her will upon my shaft, she wanted to
drain me of all of my energy, all of my power, she wanted to consume
my sex and leave me empty, to destroy me utterly and consume me. Her
cunt gripped my cock hard, milking it and sucking it as she pinned me
down and looked deep into my eyes. Her eyes were filled with a dark
fire, a hunger and need for sex that was overwhelming. Harder she
slammed against me, biting her lower lip as she began to suck my life
from me.
At first, I was overwhelmed by the animal like fucking,
her hunger was unbelievable, irresistable. My body crushed beneath
her thrusts I could feel her winning, pulling my life from me with her
powerful cunt. She even smiled as she pumped and gyrated on top of
me, enjoying my destruction, savoring the power it was giving her. I
thrashed against my will, my body torn between the pleasure of the
fucking and the knowledge that it was being consumed and destroyed. My
mind began to race in fear, thinking it impossible I could gain
control over her at this point. Yet, something filled my mind, a
voice, a hungry voice, a voice set on vengeance. 'Close your eyes',
the female voice whispered, 'and focus on her soul. Forget her body.
Rape her soul!" As I did it, I could almost see her energy within
her, her spirit, her soul. I could feel the hunger within her as if
it were real, and I could sense the d'ala-ki around me. Focusing on
harnessing that energy, and focusing on ramming my cock into her soul,
I thrust deep and hard, my shaft filled with power, it slammed into
her body. Yet it was the power of the d'ala-ki driving into her mind
and soul that hit her hard, and with that single thrust, Cynthia's
eyes flew open wide, filled with fear.
Again I thrust as now it was Cynthia's mind that raced,
desperate to escape, yet she could not pull herself from the cock. I
had her held in my power now, she was helpless on top of me. The
chanting around me seemed to grow louder as the mysterious voice urged
me on, begging me to rape the Empress. Consumed with insatiable
hunger, overwhelmed with a desire to rape and abuse the woman who
sought to destroy me, I pulled free of my bonds and grabbed her
violently. Before I knew it, I had her bent over the altar, her hair
tight in my grip, forcing her to arch her back, her neck about to
snap. I slammed my cock into her hard from behind, and she screamed.
As she screamed, so did my audience. As I raped the empress, I raped
the audience, indeed I raped all of the Sindara. They all felt the
power of my shaft, felt the pain of my thrust, they all were violated
and claimed as I raped their leader.
She could do nothing to resist, grabbing desperately at
the cold altar in an attempt to get away, her body crushed against it
with every thrust of my cock, impaling her against the stone. She
screamed and begged, but she could hardly speak as she thrashed and
struggled, my power overwhelming her, her life force being devoured by
my sex as she was raped. Again and again I slammed into the Empress,
her powerful body now weak before me as I violated her. I fucked her
with such power it would have killed an ordinary woman, my shaft
pulsating and writhing within her as if it were alive. As I fucked
her body, I fucked her mind. My life force, my soul, penetrating into
hers, thrusting and pumping, tearing her apart, threatening to break
her, to destroy her. She grunted and gasped for air as I slammed her
against the stone.
I felt hands on my shoulders, lips on my neck that set
tingles through me, envigorating me, energizing me. Nicole and Thora
and come to the altar, intoxicated by the power, drawn into the
D'ala-Ki, they moaned and groped at my body, their hands holding
Cynthia in place as she struggled. Soon both Christina and Kata were
there, as well as the guardians, holding their former Empress down
helping me to rape her. Kata and her daughters began the chanting,
but soon others picked it up, chanting in an orgasmic trance. Their
energy became more focused, their souls and minds centered on me,
their d'ala-ki surrounding and empowering me as I tore harder into
their leader. They were giving themselves to me, not as individuals,
but as a race, not just in body, but their minds, their souls, their
sex. The Sindarans were mine at that point. I was trully their
master, their lord, their god and emperor. I was their savior. I was
raping them, Cynthia was the conduit as she lie helpless and broken
now against the stone, whimpering with each every thrust. The
chanting grew more orgasmic, as some of those watching shook wildly in
delight and pleasure. The d'ala-ki grew that night. It had been
diminishing, the life forcce of the Sindarans weak and fading. Now,
it was bright and powerful, filling each of us, and spreading across
their empire. I raised my hands in the air and joined in their
chanting, shouting ancient words of power as I slammed harder into
Cynthia's body. I do not know how I knew the words, but I knew I
could control the d'ala-ki, and thus control the SIndarans. As I
chanted, the power of the D'ala-Ki became stronger in me, focusing in
my shaft. My cock was huge at this point, a foot long, ramming
through the helpless Empress, breaking her. It was hot inside her,
burning her, filling her, tearing through her heart and mind as I
raped her, as I claimed her. My words drew upon the energy of the
Sindarans, focusing their power within me. Everywhere in the empire
it was felt, women thrashing and grunting and moaning, cumming as they
were overwhelmed by the power of that night.
I must have raped Cynthia for what felt like an eternity.
I would learn later that indeed a full day passed, so caught in the
power I was. Still, even after a day of raping that gorgeous empress,
I did not grow tired, but she was clearly broken now. The chanting
had subsided, and many of the women in the area had collapsed
unconcious from the sheer power of the ritual sex. I leaned down into
her and brushed her sweaty hair back. "Who is your master?" I
whispered to her softly.
"You...," she whimpered, "my lord."
"You are dying," I told her coldly, "I have done to you
what you planned for me."
"I wanted.... to save.... my... people...," she struggled,
"I failed."
"No my whore," I told her, "you did not fail. I am here
to save them. I am the chosen one of your prophecy. I have revived
the D'ala-Ki, and will lead the Sindarans to greatness, and in return
they have all given themselves to me."
"Please," she asked, "please forgive me..."
"I forgive you my," I told her.
"Save...me....please...," She whimpered as she collapsed
on the altar. With a chant and a grunt I slammed into her hard, and I
came.
It was like no orgasm I ever had before. Yes my seed
entered her, yes my hot sticky cum filled her cunt, but something else
happened too. My essence gushed into her, a part of my own energy,
now shaped within me, forced into her, filled her cunt and body. It
seeped into her blood, into her mind, and into her soul. I cried out
as I came in her wildly, my seed causing her body to thrash and shake
wildly as it was reclaimed from the edge of death. Cynthia was
brought back to life by my power as her eyes opened wide.
"My Lord!" She cried before collapsing on the stone
surface.
....
I must have collapsed shortly after, for I do not remember
much following. I awoke in a large, well lit bed chamber, upon a
large oak bed similar to the one that I had in the Temple of the Dark
Sisters. I reasoned that it must be the royal palace. I had been
here before, when first captured by Cynthia, in a room that was quite
extravagent, but even it did not approach the luxury of this room. The
rug was a thick plush white, and white and blue tapestries adorned the
walls. Along one wall, to my left, were large glass windows and
doors, that ran from floor to ceiling, covered in sheer white curtains
that let plenty of light into the room. Directly across from the bed
however, across the expanse of the room was a throne, with doors to
either side. Around the throne were pillows and cushions. On the
right wall, two large oak doors led into the main corridor of the
palace. Various pieces of fine oak furniture were placed around the
room.
And on the bed with me, one to each side were my royal
guards, Wendy and Haley. Their well muscled bodies naked and spralled
out across mine, tangled from what must have been a night of wild sex.
Then, as I awoke, I realized that leaning over me, sitting alongside
us on the bed, was the Duchess Nicole. She caressed my hair as she
looked down on me with longing eyes.
"Good morning, my lord," she whispered.
"Good morning," I told her as I pulled myself up in bed.
As I did my guards began to awaken and sit up in the bed. There I
was, surrounded by three gorgeous women, all of whom I had fucked
wildly last night in a victory celebration, I couldn't have been
happier.
Nicole then explained to me that after I defeated Cynthia,
the guards had pulled me from the arena, which was in chaos as all of
those present went into a lust filled frenzy. Other members of the
guard held them off while Cynthia and I were both pulled from the
arena. Cynthia was now in the dungeon's beneath the palace, still
unconcious. Indeed Nicole, Wendy, Haley and I had fucked wildly in
celebration.
"Now my lord," Nicole said, "there is work to do. Our
people are still under attack. The barrier that protects our land in
strong again. You have brough power to the land and strengthened us.
Yet there are empires to the south, empires of men, who wish to lay
claim to this land and they must be defeated."
The tree of us dressed and got prepared to go to the
council room. There would be work, sure, but as I looked at three of
the women, three of a race that were now mine, I smiled. I was going
to love this job.
...
Miles away, along the border of the Sindaran empire, stand
the towers of protection. It is these towers that erect the barrier
that protects the Sindarans. This magical barrier emits an energy
that is deadly to all males, and females who come near it are
overwhelmed by its power and unable to function clearly. What powers
this barrier is the sexual energy of the Sindaran people, and with the
arrival of Lord Ziax that energy was now greater than it had been in
many years. The barrier flared and many of the army that now stood on
it's borders were destroyed, and the rest retreated as they had to
investigate what this new strength meant.
The towers themselve are locked, and none but the most
powerful may enter. Their contents and functioning are an ancient
secret, and very few know of those secrets. Yet there was one who
did know, who was intimately aware, for such a tower was her prison.
For years she had been imprisoned, bound spread eagle to a
cushioned stone altar in the center of the tower. Ancient magical
runes surrounded the circular altar, and a large green gem was
suspended above the altar, projecting a beam of magical energy up into
the darkness that was the top of the tower. The energy kept her
alive, and she kept the energy alive, for she was the tower's focus,
doomed to lay there, suffering for years as she was tortured by the
d'ala-ki in order to protect the Sindaran's. It was her suffering
that powered the tower, and hence the barrier.
She lived in a state of near unconciousness, the power of
the d'ala-ki clouding her mind and thought. This was how she remained
imprisoned. For as the Sindaran's learned, this particular one was
not to be held by bonds or chains or locked doors. Desprate for a way
to defeat what they viewed as a threat, they had imprisoned her here,
where she would be so intoxicated by the d'ala-ki, that she'd not be
able to escape.
Yet that had all changed. She had sensed the power of the
one, Lord Ziax, as he arrived, and she had been awoken. She had urged
him on, as it had been her voice, projected over miles, into his mind
that gave him the confidence to defeat Cynthia. And as Cynthia was
defeated, as that energy wave passed over the land, it shot through
her like a powerful jolt. Awakening her.
"MY LORD!" she shouted as the wave passed over her, eyes
open wide in wild lust mingled with understanding. "I have returned,"
she whispered as her mind cleared, "I will now claim what is mine."
(to be continued...)