The Dark One

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