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Subject: Ziaxan Chronicles: Raping Amy (REPOST)
Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2008 00:42:51 -0500
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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 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.
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 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 .