The Dark One

by Rachel

  I could feel you squeezing my fingers as you came. And then, Matia,"

  He crouched low over me until his face was inches from mine, "...And

  then I withdrew my fingers and held your cheeks apart so I could look

  at your swollen bung as I climaxed. And I made sure I hit that tiny

  pink virgin target with every single jet of sperm, until my cum ran

  down your crack in a white stream.

  "But tonight it all goes in you, as deep as I can reach, every single

  drop. Tonight anything that rolls down your ass will be leaking out

  of a well-reamed hole."

  Then his mouth dropped down to mine, and his kissed me, hard, deep,

  hungry, a kiss of conquest and ownership.

  Helpless, limp with desire, I opened my lips and let him take me as

  he would, accepting each deep thrust of his tongue, moaning as he bit

  delicately at my mouth. All I could think about was the image he'd

  created; Kaska, looming over me in the darkness, examining and

  penetrating my backhole, masturbating as he planned to take me

  prisoner and ream that virgin orifice with his enormous cock.

  When he suddenly got to his feet and bent to throw me over his

  shoulder, I didn't struggle, though I knew I must look like some

  helpless female captive on her way to be raped by her conqueror.

  That was, after all, exactly what I was.

  He carried me back into the city, caressing my bottom and thighs as

  he walked. I shivered, too dazed with lust to do anything else.

  Finally I roused myself enough to ask, "Where are you taking me?"

  "There's a Temple of the Dark One here. The Brethren in Britar's

  service have appropriated it for our own use."

  At that I shivered again. It was said that any woman who went into

  the Dark One's temple came out as a warrior's slave. I'd suspected

  that was the fate Kaska intended for me; now I knew. I considered,

  briefly, putting up a fight. Then he caressed me again, and the

  feeling of his hand stroking my bare thigh sent such lightning

  arching through me I knew there was no point.

  I'd been Kaska's slave for months. I just hadn't realized it until

  now.

  The Dark One's temple lay in the Temple Quarter, a brooding, black

  marble building with thick stone columns topped in rounded capitals.

  Looking at them over Kaska's shoulder, I realized they resembled

  nothing so much as erect cocks. Still, it was a surprisingly sedate

  building, for such a den of sex and blood.

  At least I thought so until he carried me inside, when it became all

  too obvious just what kind of god the Dark One was. Near the entrance

  the black walls were sculpted and brightly painted with scenes of

  battle; depictions of warriors hacking their way through the ranks of

  lesser men, splitting skulls and ripping bellies. In the center, they

  stormed a great city, and rode triumphant through its gates.

  From there on, the walls depicted raw sexual conquest; bound women

  writhing under the cane, having their nipples tortured, being fucked

  and sodomized, submissively sucking hard warrior cocks.

  And at the center of it stood a statue of the Dark One. Carved in

  black ebony, he stood naked and massively muscled, his twin cocks

  thrusting outward, one set below the other. In his right hand he

  carried two severed male heads. In the other, he held two ropes, each

  tied loosely around the neck of a naked female captive. The first one

  knelt beside him, staring up at him in supplication as she lifted her

  bare breasts to him in offering. The second crouched with her head

  down and her curving ass in the air, holding her rump spread with her

  hands, looking over her shoulder at him with a pleading expression.

  Yet the idol's attention seemed focused on the alter before him,

  where a very living woman lay, bound bottom upward.

  Charmar, one of Kaska's comrades in arms, was slowly driving a double

  headed dildo in and out of the woman's anus and pussy. I noticed that

  her buttocks were stripped, as though Charmar had just finished

  caning her. Yet she was moaning in shamed pleasure, writhing

  helplessly in the grip of an approaching orgasm.

  Looking up, Charmar saw Kaska walking toward the alter with me slung

  over his shoulder. To my embarrassment, he grinned. "I see you

  finally took the little warrior. And wonder of wonders, neither of

  you have lost a limb in the process."

  Kaska laughed, his broad chest vibrating. "She was so furious at my

  deception she didn't fight with her usual skill." He sobered. "The

  Dark One was with me. I was afraid she'd force me to hurt her."

  "Good fortune indeed. I'll admit I didn't see how you'd ever capture

  the little hillcat in one piece." He drove the dildo deep, and his

  victim gasped out a strangled cry. "That's it, my captive. Come on

  the Dark One's cocks."

  She screamed and climaxed, her eyes squeezed shut, her face contorted.

  "Finally," Charmar muttered. He pulled his knife and cut her free,

  leaving the double dildo in place. Dragging it out at last, he pulled

  her to her feet, then guided her over to kneel at the statue's feet.

  She looked dazed, well-fucked indeed. "Say the words as I've taught

  them, little prisoner."

  Swaying, the naked redhead licked her lips and looked up at the Dark

  One's idol. "Your Dark Warrior, Charmar, has taken me captive, but it

  was my own torment and pleasure that made me his slave. With my every

  moan and scream, I will thank you for giving me to such a master."

  Charmar grinned up at the idol. "My gratitude for your lush gift,

  Dark One. I hope my sacrifice of her gave you as much pleasure as it

  gave me." Catching his captive's head by the hair, he pushed it into

  the idol's stone groin. "Show him your submission now, Amria."

  Obediently, the girl opened her mouth and sucked first one, then the

  other of the thick marble cocks. Then Charmar pulled her to her

  feet. "Come, slave. It's time to get your backhole split." Picking

  her up, he swung her over his shoulder and rolled his eyes at

  Kaska. "I vow, I'm hard as the Dark One's marble rods. She rolled her

  rump most delightfully under her flogging." He grinned suddenly,

  eyeing my butt. "Yet still I find myself envying you."

  Kaska laughed. "Go ream your slave, Charmar. I'll take care of mine."

  He didn't even wait for Charmar to leave the room before he lowered

  me to the cock-shaped altar, cut my bonds, and started tying me

  spread eagle to the rings that hung from its side. Dry-mouthed, I

  offered no resistance at all.

  Once I was securely lashed, he went to work on my leathers, cutting

  away my breastband and loincloth until I lay naked. The air was cold

  on my nipples, and I shivered. The Dark One's idol stared down at me,

  its carved features wearing an expression of lustful enjoyment.

  The look on Kaska's face matched it. "My gratitude, Dark One," he

  said softly. "At first I didn't understand why you'd send me such a

  prize, then make it impossible for me to take her for so long. Yet

  the pleasure of this moment would have been so much less had I

  enjoyed her a year ago, and I would never have known the courag
e that

  lies under these ripe breasts."

  He licked his lips, staring fixedly at them. "And such breasts. Long

  pink nipples begging for a man's teeth, tilting and saucy as they

  ride her white mounds. Below them, the sable silk of her pussy hides

  her creamy rose lips, just as the tight, round curve of her muscled

  ass guards that virgin bung. Long fighter's legs, and strong slim

  arms, big dark eyes that shimmer so brightly with her passions. Soft

  pink mouth designed to suck a man's cock, sable hair swirling to her

  waist. Surely you have never gifted a warrior with a slave so

  lovely ... or so tempting."

  His blue eyes narrowed. "Tonight I'll thank you properly for your

  gift, Dark One."

  Breathing hard, I watched as he stripped his leather tunic from his

  muscled torso, then untied a large pouch from his belt. From it he

  drew a familiar length of wood, topped with three strands of braided

  silk, each no more than three feet long. I blinked, recognizing it.

  He'd made the thing a couple of weeks ago, whittling the butt and

  braiding the silk as he sat in our tent. I'd asked him what it was,

  and he'd told me it was a ritual tool. He'd made several such items,

  as I recalled. Uneasily, I wondered if he intended to use them all on

  me.

  Then Kaska unlaced the flap of his breeches. His rigid cock sprang

  free. I felt a burst of heat. Was he going to take me now?

  Instead he took up a place by my shoulders and lifted the carved

  wooden butt. "It's time to dance for the Dark One, Matia," he said

  softly, in a voice like brown velvet.

  He snapped his wrist. The braided cords swished down, curled around

  one stiff pink nipple in a stinging bite. With a gasp, I arched my

  back. A second snap, this one hitting the other hard point. "Kaska!"

  I cried, writhing.

  "That's it," he purred. "That's a dance to make even a god hunger."

  With that he began to torment me in earnest, cracking the light

  little whip at each breast in turn, painting fire over my skin. The

  lashes were so thin and delicate they didn't cut me, but the sting

  was ferocious, and I twisted and gasped under it. All the while,

  Kaska watched, his cock hard and purple, bouncing with every snap of

  his arm.

  Suddenly I became aware of the idol's stone face looking down at me.

  Its black eyes were no longer empty, but burning red. As my stiff,

  pointed nipples swelled under Kaska's whip, I thought I could sense a

  presence there, something powerful and dark and alien. And very, very

  male.

  Kaska paused to admire my breasts with a conqueror's

  satisfaction. "You know, the night I worked on this whip, you were

  wearing that loose cotton tunic of yours, sitting between me and the

  fire, kneeling as you polished out a spot of rust on your armor. The

  firelight silhouetted your tits, and they bounced as you worked. I

  braided the lash and imagined the way they'd jiggle when I whipped

  your nipples."

  Then, lips curving into a lustful grin, Kaska proceeded to make them

  jiggle indeed with a series of skillful snaps that took my breath

  away. Only my warrior's disciplines kept me from screaming as he

  tortured the pointed red peaks.

  At last he tossed down his whip and moved to stand between my thighs.

  Before I knew what he was about, he lowered his head and thrust his

  face against my mound. I jerked. A hot, wet tongue pushed between my

  lips, stroked the tender flesh. Then, as my nipples stung from his

  skillful torment, Kaska began to suck and nibble my sex with a skill

  that was even greater.

  And while he licked so delicately at my clit, his big, rough hands

  stroked my thighs, my belly, my hips. Finally they found my aching

  breasts and soothed them with gentle caresses. In moments I was

  writhing again, but with delirious pleasure, pleasure so great that

  even the burn of my abused nipples was nothing but a luscious

  counterpoint.

  It seemed the idol's eyes were glowing even brighter.

  Kaska gently inserted a big finger into my cunt. It slid easily

  inside, slipping through the hot cream of my arousal. Twisting his

  hand, he began to screw in and out with a penetration that kicked my

  delight even higher.

  Then he slid in a second finger -- but this one went up my ass.

  Slowly, thick and burning. I arched my back and screamed with the

  first waves of orgasm. Sensing surrender, Kaska caught my clit in his

  mouth and began to suck hard, simultaneously thrusting his fingers in

  and out. I convulsed. Lifting his head, he locked his eyes with mine

  and jammed deep and hard inside me, holding his fingers there as I

  shook and screamed.

  In the aftermath, I was barely aware of being untied, lifted, turned

  bottom upward, and retied. This time the whip Kaska pulled from his

  pouch was much heavier, and his target was my helpless rump. The

  first hard blow bit even through my languid pleasure, and I howled in

  shock.

  Yet my sword brother showed me no mercy. Again and again he struck,

  painting first one cheek and then the other with molten stripes.

  Still, even in the chains Kaska forged for me, I remained a warrior.

  I knew pain, knew how to embrace it, how to ignore it or use it as I

  pleased. And so I turned the tables on my sword brother to inflict my

  own kind of torment even as he flogged my burning ass. Deliberately,

  I slowed the instinctive plunge of my hips, turning it into a

  seductive roll that kept time with his lash.

  Kaska had said he loved my rump, and I made sure he had a good look,

  lifting it high, flexing my thighs, knowing the pose would reveal my

  sex. I heard him growl in lechery. Slowly, I lowered my pelvis,

  though the whip stung my skin like a wasp, over and over, as if to

  spur me on.

  Deliberately, I began to grind up and down, side to side, feeling the

  tip of the lash strike faster and faster, as though I was driving him

  into a frenzy of lust. I shuddered with pleasure, imagining what he

  was thinking, imagining his hunger.

  *A fitting sacrifice indeed.*

  I blinked, breaking rhythm, as the dark male voice rolled through my

  mind.

  *In all the years since my race came to your world, I have never seen

  a captive embrace her fate with such eager heat. Nor have I fed so

  well on a sacrifice.*

  It was the god.

  You might have, I thought, a little dazed, had any other captive had

  such a captor as Kaska.

  *An unusual warrior,* the dark one agreed. *I find myself admiring

  his self-control. See how you tempt him ...*

  Suddenly I saw a gloriously naked woman lying belly-down before me,

  straddling the Dark-One's cock-shaped altar. With a sense of shock, I

  realized it was myself. I could see my own ass, spread by my posture

  to reveal my cuntlips, visibly wet with my lust. My backhole looked

  impossibly small and pink, tightly puckered.

  In his mind, Kaska was imagining watching that hole slowly dilate as

  he drove his cock into it -- the way the strong muscles would fight

 
him at first, then yield slowly as he worked his way deeper. He could

  almost hear my gasps ...

  I could see the memory of other lush prisoners, lying bound and

  helpless in a variety of positions as he fucked them, celebrating his

  victories in their virgin bungs.

  And I realized suddenly that to Kaska there was no pleasure like

  chasing down and capturing some lovely maid, binding her tight and

  well, then savoring each slow, grinding thrust into her anus while he

  brought her to reluctant orgasm.

  Yet never before had he felt such hunger, such violence. Kaska wanted

  to ram my backhole, fuck it hard and mercilessly while he listened to

  my helpless cries of pain and desire. He'd fantasized about raping me

  for months, even as his warmer feelings grew. Now his mind was such a

  confused tumble of lust and love, he was afraid he'd hurt me in

  truth. I could feel the whip vibrating in his hand as he fought his

  darker impulses.

  "Do it, Kaska," I cried. "Take your pleasure ...."

  His control didn't so much break as explode. An instant later I felt

  the whip crack hard against my anus, and I yelped in true pain. Twice

  more he struck me there, then again and again and ...

  And I heard the whip hit the opposite wall with a clatter. Out of the

  corner of my eye, I saw him stride to his pouch and pull out the

  double-shafted cock that symbolized the dark god's. He smeared it

  with butter, turned -- and drove it into both my orifices like a twin-

  blade knife.

  It should have hurt, but such was the lust he'd built in me that the