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Faibhar.





                                 The Passions of Zeema, Part 2

	Galluble stood in a corner. Iron manacles rattled each time she moved her writing hand, but all of her focus was on her partner. Despite her protests, they had stripped Zeema and taken her out to the middle of the chamber where she now doubled over, nude legs spread wide, ankles chained and strong arms stiff as they held up the rest of her.

	"Getting this, so far, Scribe?"

	Galluble tore her gaze from the sight of her partner so embarrassingly displayed and shot a snide glance at Julius. "Depends on what you're looking for, Big Dog."

	Julius ignored the slight and placed a hand on Zeema's smooth buttocks. It felt warm. He squeezed ever so slightly. The firm flesh tensed. "Eminence…Given your vocation and all, I would not fault you if you decide to leave at this moment. You, of course may stay, as you wish."

	Scarlet robes rustled as the Prince of the Church nodded but kept his feet rooted in place. On the walls alongside of them flames crackled and popped from the wall sconces.

	"I, of course, will be the first to rape this prisoner but someone do summon my favorite officers and senior enlisted. They shall get their turns in savoring this fine female as well." He looked to the bishop standing next to him and queried, "Rape is part of the ancient execution, am I correct?"

	A chorus of agreement enthusiastically resounded just when a burst of light flashed so bright, all those in the dark chamber were momentarily blinded.

	"No need for the church guy's imprimatur," the newcomer's voice said, "rape is part of the whole thing, but as something of a demi-god I deserve first crack at things. After all, even if she is just a warrior princess wannabe I've waited longer than any here for a piece of that tail." He pointed to the mass of black curls on his head and said, "See these horns?"

	Julius the Sweet joined even the lowliest in exclaiming the sudden entrance. Before them stood a muscular, black and studded clothed man with a thin beard.

	"Who might you be, Stranger? I," Julius proclaimed as soon as his vision restored along with much of his officiousness, "am lord and governor of these parts."

	"Stupid," Zeema muttered from her linebacker position, "you're talking to Ares the god of war."

	"At least you do have some appreciation for the finer things in life," the stranger smiled with a nod to the proffered female, stroked his goatee and ran a discerning eye over the nude's toned right flank. Choice. He approved. She must work out, he thought.

	"Who said anything about finer, Pig? I just told Uncle Julie here what your name is."

	Ares whirled to face Julius and his astounded party. "Is the girl irascible, or what?" He pouted and said, "Hey, if any don't know the meaning of that word, go look it up. In the meantime, I'd say it's about time for me to start laying some godly pipe."

	With the others remaining speechless Ares stood behind Zeema's spread legs and hesitated as if trying to make up his mind. His hands finally moved again. Fingers began to unbutton his britches.

	"You men are lucky as I only have so much time before I have another meeting coming up, so right now I'll only use part of this woman. Her arse does look fine, but I choose her pussy."

	Galluble gulped as she watched Ares position himself and then probe Zeema's sweet spot with his male member. Absently mindedly, she licked her lips. Tears started to roll over her partner's cheeks. Zeema's white body began to lunge forward as the god of war thrust. Galluble's own eyes welled with stinging tears. The ends of Zeema's black hair brushed back and forth over the cold stone floor.

	"YES!" Ares grimaced as he shot his demi-godly load of jizm into Zeema. Slowly, he withdrew and buckled up his pants. "Well, fellows. Like I say…Got to run. But," he looked back down at the panting female, "this has been, ah, a real pleasure. Enjoy!"

	Another explosion of light filled the underground vault. When the smoke cleared, all remained frozen save for the stranger called Ares. He no longer was among them.

                                    To be continued


