by Rachel
shafts slid in smoothly under his strength. At the same time, he
sought my clit with the thumb of his free hand and circled it as he
ground the double dildo in and out. I whimpered as the brutal
pleasure roared through me.
"Enjoy her cunt and backhole, Dark One," he growled. "I promise you,
I will."
Both shafts began stroking, sliding faster and faster in and out of
my holes as my clit flamed. The dildo in my cunt was delicious, but
though I knew the cock in my bung was much shorter and thinner than
Kaska's, it still felt huge, overwhelming, a brutal, tunneling
presence.
"The one in my ass," I moaned, my thighs constricting with the first
waves of orgasm, "it feels like a broadsword ...."
"Good," Kaska said. "You need the stretching -- because you're going
to get something a lot larger than this." And he rammed it in.
I came.
Dimly I heard the god say, his rumbling mind-voice amused, *I think
it's time to lubricate you for your new master ....*
Deep in my ass, the shaft representing the god's cock began to spurt
gush after gush of thick oil. A lecherous miracle; the dildo was
solid wood.
I was scarcely aware of being untied, lifted, and deposited on my
knees before the Dark One's idol. "Say the words, Matia," Kaska
rasped, as though fighting for control.
I blinked hard and tried to remember what Charmar's slave had
said. "Dark One," I began, and had to stop to clear my throat when my
voice cracked. "Dark one, your warrior Kaska has defeated me in
battle, bound me, and sacrificed me on your black altar..." Those
weren't exactly her words, but I didn't care. "But it's my own lust
for him that has made me his slave. With my every cry of submission
and delight and anguish, I will thank you for sending me to defeat at
his hands."
"Dark One," Kaska said hoarsely, "I do not know what I have done to
deserve such a slave, but my thanks for guiding me to her. And thank
you as well, for making her rage so hot that I was able to defeat her
without hurting her."
Suddenly I realized that his thanks may have been justified. My eyes
widened.
The god, of course, read my thoughts. *He still would have defeated
you, but he would have had to injure you badly to do it. And I
wouldn't have enjoyed this luscious sacrifice for weeks.*
Shaking my head, I bent forward without being told and took the
idol's smaller cock in my mouth. Rolling my tongue around it, I
sucked the cold marble as though it were hot flesh, caressing the
thicker cock below it the while. Then I drew back and lowered my head
for the second flesh blade, having to tilt my head a bit to
accommodate it, and took it as deep as I could. Finally I sat back.
"I hope you suck my cock that well, slave," Kaska growled, just
before he reached down and jerked me to my feet. He swung me onto a
broad, hard shoulder and turned toward one of the doors off to the
side. "My thanks, Dark One!"
For a moment I could only lie limp, watching the gleaming, sweat-
slicked muscles work in his back as he carried me. My rump burned
ferociously from his whip; I would be sore tomorrow. Probably from
injuries I did not yet have.
"By the Dark One's Double Cock," Kaska grumbled. "You aren't the
first captive I've spread across his altar, but never have I had so
much difficulty controlling myself. It was all I could do not to ram
right up your little backhole after that flogging."
I smiled. "I know."
"Gloat now, slave," he said, giving me a stinging slap on my well-
whipped rump. "You'll sing a different tune when you feel my big
shaft splitting your virgin pucker."
"Where are we going ... master?" I gave the last word a certain
mocking servility.
"Why, the Fuck Chambers ... slave."
A moment later I realized what he meant as he carried me into a long
hallway lined with closed doors. Even through the thick wood, I could
hear gasps and cries of pleasure and surrender and pain.
"The Dark One's Warriors are busy this night," I muttered.
"The rewards of conquest." There was laughter in his voice. "Speaking
of which..." A door banged open under his kick.
Kaska carried me to a strange platform in the center of the room. On
it was a wooden bench set before a small idol of the Dark One.
He put me down and told me to kneel on the a padded projection that
ran between the bench legs, then urged my thighs apart and circled
each of them with a tough leather cuff. My hands he roped behind my
back. Then he bent me over so I was draped across the bench's padded
seat. Barely long enough to support my hips and lower torso, the
bench was inclined so that my rump was lifted higher than my head.
I suddenly noticed two thin chains hanging from a pair of rings in
the idol's hands. Each chain was no thicker than a lady's necklace,
and ended with a narrow metal wire looped in a circle.
Kaska picked up the loops and caught my nipples in them, pulling the
metal circlets tight enough to bite. The chains were so short they
pulled my stiff points out from my breasts, exerting a pressure just
brushing pain. I didn't dare struggle; I knew the chains would jerk
my breasts brutally. I was completely immobilized.
Ready to have my backhole violated by Kaska's big cock.
Turning my head, I watched warily as he stood back and began to strip
away his leathers. Even in my nervousness, I couldn't help but admire
his burnished masculinity -- the broad, sculpted muscle of his chest,
pelted in curling dark hair, the bulging strength of his arms, the
long powerful legs -- and his cock, a thick, purpled truncheon of
flesh visibly throbbing with his heartbeat. His balls were drawn up
tight to his shaft, swollen with the seed he was so hungry to pump
into me.
And his eyes ... I didn't need his god to tell me what he was
thinking. I'd never had a man look at me like that, with blue eyes
flaming with such unrepentant lust and anticipation. The bones of his
face stood sharply etched under his brown skin, as though with
starvation.
And I was the only meal that could sate him.
I was glad for the bench. Without it, my strengthless knees would
have dumped me in the floor.
"Are you afraid of me, Matia?" he asked softly.
"Yes." It was something I'd never admitted to a man in all my life.
He smiled.
Slowly, Kaska moved toward me. I jerked in my bonds, wincing a little
at the resulting yank to my nipples. He stretched out a big, dark
hand, brushed his fingers down the sensitive small of my back. I
shuddered, my mouth dry as sun-burnt leather.
"Luscious Matia," he whispered. "Do you know how hard I'm fighting to
keep from ramming up your ass?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
His rough fingertips drifted down to my bottom, then ghosted down the
sensitive cleavage, not pushing between, just teasing. They traveled
lower until they slipped between my trembling thighs. Dipped between
my lower lips, gently sampling.
"You're wet, Matia," Kaska said. "And you're shaking. Are you
remembering that little blonde spy I fucked for you?"
"Yes," I croaked.
"What were you thinking when you watched me take her?"
The feeling of those fingers pumping inside my pussy was slowly
driving me mad. "I was thinking ... how big you were. How you
stretched her ... I thought she wouldn't be able to take your width.
I wondered if you'd stop if she couldn't ..."
"And?"
"I think .... I think you would have made her take it. You would have
made her love it. Even that."
He smiled. "But can you take me?"
"It doesn't ..." I had to stop to whimper. "It doesn't matter whether
I can or not."
His smile grew darker. "You're right."
With that he abandoned my dripping pussy and sought the hole the Dark
One had so thoroughly oiled for him. I felt him part me. For several
long moments he did nothing, just staring until I could feel my very
backhole start to burn. Then, finally, he spread his fingers and put
his thumbs on either side of my anus. Exerting pressure, he forced
the hole to open. Again he studied it as I quivered in helpless
anticipation.
At last he slid his thumb inside, rotating his hand to screw it in.
He gave it several slow, leisurely thrusts. I squirmed as my bung
began to burn in protest.
"Do you feel like a slave, Matia?" he asked suddenly.
"Yes, master," I moaned.
"Good."
He pulled out his thumb and ruthlessly pulled me open as far as he
could, then caught his cock in one hand and aimed it for my tortured
bung. It began to enter me like a burning sword, a slow, endless, hot
impalement, I jerked, only reduced to stillness by the pressure on my
captive nipples.
"By the Dark One's Double Pricks, Matia, you're tight..." he growled.
And he was bigger than anything I'd ever felt, slowly stuffing me to
bursting. So slowly. Kaska took his time with his anal conquest, only
working his way forward by molten fractions as though intent on
enjoying each bit of rectal territory he invaded. I had never felt so
fucked, so overcome by male strength and male flesh. His cock felt
like a column of solid fire inside me. I could only surrender.
Yet even after my muscles relaxed, Kaska moved no faster, keeping his
invasion slow and relentless as he slid in and out, stretching me
wide.
"That's it, Matia," he purred, bending to find my clit with his rough
fingers. "Yield to my big cock. Taste the pleasure of enslavement,
the dark delight of submitting to your master's rod. And I am your
master."
"Yesssss," I moaned.
He began to pick up the pace ever so slightly, torturing my rectal
walls with his broad shaft. "You've been dreaming about this for
days, Matia, about the pain and ecstacy, about being vanquished and
tied and reamed..."
"Yes..."
"And I've been dreaming about it too." Harder thrusts, going deeper,
faster. "Dreamed of laying you on the cock altar, of seeing you dance
for the whip, of bending you over and forcing your virgin backhole
with hard strokes. Just...like...THIS."
He was fucking me now far more brutally than he'd taken the blonde,
as if too heated for any thought of mercy. But I didn't care. His
stroking fingers were teasing pleasure from my clit, and his every
withdrawal was a dark delight to match the pain of his inward
thrusts. I began to lift my hips for him, savoring it all, ecstacy
and agony in equal measure.
"Am I hurting you, Matia?" he growled.
"Yes..." I whimpered.
"And you love it anyway."
"Yes!" I could feel my thighs begin to twitch. "Oh, yes! Harder,
Kaska!"
"Yes!" And he began driving hard, fucking my ass deeply and
mercilessly, until all I could do was buck and scream. My orgasm
rolled over me in burning waves that matched each pitiless thrust,
and I convulsed, my scream spiraling into screech.
"Now..." he gasped, "now I'm going to...pump...you...FULL!"
Dimly, I felt him ram to his full length. With a roar like a hunting
hillcat, he began shooting jet after jet into my violated rectum.
It was an hour later. Feeling stiff as an old lady, I bent slowly in
front of the mirror in one corner of the Rape Chamber and craned my
head to access the damage. Bright pink stripes crisscrossed my ass,
and my anus was dark and swollen. Just as Kaska had promised, his
come leaked from it.
"You're a cruel master, Kaska," I said. But there was a wicked smile
on my face.
"Am I? Perhaps I'd better inspect." The smile on my conqueror's lips
was equally wicked. Reaching up from the pile of furs on which he
lay, he tumbled me across his lap. "That is a delicious set of
stripes," he said, stroking them delicately until I wiggled in a
combination of pain and arousal.
"It occurs to me, master," I murmured throatily, "that there are
orifices of my body that have yet to experience your conquest ..."
"Indeed?" He dipped his fingers into my sopping -- and thus far
unfucked -- cunt. "I do believe you're right, slave. I'll have to do
something about that ...."
Sighing, I settled into the furs, preparing to be vanquished.
From the corner of one eye, I thought I saw the black marble eyes of
the Dark One's idol. Glowing bright red.
I smiled.
THE END