The Ritual Of Neccar (The Adventures Of Pervikar Book 4)

by John Evans

  Sultan Bashir and Hassan left the room as the guards dragged a stunned Karina into another room. Karina was dumped upon a very strange-looking table. The top was only three inches wide and set on an angle. Karina was placed face down on the top, which ran lengthwise down her body from her neck to her abdomen. Her legs were placed into two half-moon pieces and tied into place, which separated her legs forty-five degrees apart. Her arms were tied straight down by the wrists at crosspieces attached to the legs of the table. Karina shook her head to clear it of the dizziness caused by her dehydration and the blows from the guards. She realized that her head was lower than her hips, which had her ass sticking up in the air. Her huge, pendulant tits hung down on either side of the padded top.

  The guard half-carried and half-pushed the table with Karina tied to it back into the throne room. Karina cried out in pain when they set it down with a thud. The hemp ropes dug painfully into her wrists and legs. Her sunburned skin sent spasms of anguish where it touched either the wood, padding, or rope. Karina's normally full, rich lips were dry and cracked. One guard checked her bindings, nodded to the others, and then they left.

  Karina tried to pull the ropes apart but she was too weak. She looked up groggily when she heard a noise coming from behind the throne. The woman she had seen earlier scurried out and approached Karina.

  "I am so sorry," apologized the woman from behind her thick veil. She produced a bottle from underneath her robes. "Someone should have warned you not to come here."

  "Free me," croaked Karina. "I'll leave and send my husband back."

  "It is too late for that," said the woman mournfully. "Your husband, like the women of this sultanate, would be helpless against the Favorite of Ashtar. He would be killed without a thought. I came to do what little I can to help you."

  The woman moved around behind Karina. Karina hung her head back down, too exhausted to hold it up, but then she brought it up sharply when she felt delicate fingers sliding over her buttocks. She felt the woman smear something slick over the puckered hole of her anus and inhaled sharply as a greased finger wormed its way deep into her rectum. The woman rotated her finger around coating Karina's asshole with the substance. She pulled her finger out and smeared the slick liquid around Karina's vagina. She then wiped her hands on a towel.

  "I'm sorry, but that is all I can do for you," she said to Karina. "Maybe it will keep you from tearing like the last one. I am sorry I ever bore Hassan. He loves knowledge for knowledge's sake with no thought about the cost to get it. I must go!"

  Hassan's mother hurried away and Karina heard footsteps coming towards her. She looked up just as Sultan Bashir and a large group of men entered the throne room. The men ranged from eighteen to twenty-five. Most of them looked at Karina as if they were appraising a new horse.

  "Oh, father, do we have to?" asked one in a bored tone.

  "Yes, you do," said Sultan Bashir. "It's for Hassan's study."

  "It appears that this one's mother mated with a bull," commented a son, bouncing one of Karina's tits with his foot. Karina gritted her teeth through the pain caused by his foot contacting her sunburned skin. "She has udders like a cow."

  "Can we go in reverse order this time, father?" whined one of the youngest sons. "I never had a chance last time."

  "No, Hassan has explained why we must do his experiment in the same order each time," replied Sultan Bashir. His face lit up in anticipation as an idea occurred to him. "What we need is wine and women!"

  Sultan Bashir clapped his hands together. Servants carrying trays and young women wearing veils so sheer as to be non-existent came into the room from the various alcoves. The servants and girls studiously avoided looking at Karina, tied naked and exposed to the platform in the middle of the room. The servants passed out goblets of wine and the atmosphere in the room took on a festive air.

  Karina clamped her eyes shut when the women began to rub themselves up against the men. In her weakened state, she did not want her lust to overpower her. She especially did not want to lose control in front of the sultan. Karina was therefore unprepared when a hard penis was shoved into her asshole.

  "Augh!" screamed out Karina in intense pain.

  Sultan Bashir's eldest son had sneaked up behind Karina and had a woman hold his cock in position until he was ready to thrust forward. Even being greased up and with Ahhspah's alterations, it felt like a hot poker had been shoved into her ass. Karina's eyes flew open as the air in her lungs whooshed out of her. The eldest son grabbed her hips and ground his cock around inside her, causing even more pain.

  "Take it out! Take it out!" screamed Karina as the burning pain began to travel down her legs.

  Karina's body was changing, however. When she opened her eyes, she saw, but did not comprehend the dozen or so pricks in front of her. The pain in her ass kept her from forming any type of control at all and her lust took over in an instant. Her mind lost all coherent thought as a huge jolt of pain lanced through her entire body. Karina gasped as the intense pain spontaneously changed into a passionate pleasure just as intense as the pain had been. The more the son painfully fucked her up the ass, the more excited Karina became.

  Her sphincter muscle was clenching tightly around the son's prick and the added pressure pushed him well over the edge. With a guttural cry, he slammed his cock balls-deep into Karina's ass and let loose his gooey seed. Karina panted open-mouthed as she felt his release, but it was not enough to make her orgasm. The eldest pulled his cock out and moved off to one side, breathing heavily.

  The second eldest son walked up behind Karina and forcefully rammed his cock into her asshole. Karina cried out in both pain and pleasure, whipping her head back and forth in the throes of her passion. The second eldest lasted not much longer than the first. He was followed by the third eldest. Then the fourth. Then the fifth.

  Eventually twenty-three sons had fucked Karina's ass. Her butt was bright red from being grasped, slapped, and spanked. Copious cum oozed out her wide open hole, but she had not orgasmed yet. Karina's pussy was dripping its juices down her legs and the nipples of her tits were so hard it was painful. The pain, however, only added to her passion. Karina was now snarling and begging the sons for more.

  "Father, she is unlike any other I have seen," said Hassan. "Her stamina is amazing. It is almost as good as a man's."

  "Ahmed will take care of that," commented Sultan Bashir. "He's next."

  Ahmed stood up. The sultan's twenty-fourth son was a little over six feet tall and stocky, which contrasted greatly with his shorter siblings. Two young women had been using both of their hands to keep his cock hard. It was almost eleven inches long and as thick around as one of the girl's wrists. Ahmed straddled Karina and placed the tip of his immense cock at the opening to her rectum. Grabbing her hips, he lunged forward, skewering all of his cock into her tight ass. The ogre magic inside Karina immediately widened her asshole to accommodate him and then tighten down around his shaft.

  "Aiye! I would have thought you others would have loosened her up by now!" grunted Ahmed. "I'll have to widen her for the rest of you."

  The sudden and massive impalement stretched Karina's anus wide. A new jolt of pain shot through her, which ignited the orgasmic release pent up inside. Karina started to shake uncontrollably and her passion erupted and juices squirted out of her cunt. She could not stop from bucking back against the huge cock as it thrust into her butt. As the throes of her orgasm tapered off, Karina stopped quivering and just laid limply on the platform.

  Feeling her submission, Ahmed savagely pulled his cock back until just the tip was touching her puckered hole before forcefully shoving it back into her bowels. The table creaked under the force of his thrust, but did not break. It had been built for such punishment. Ahmed pulled back and shoved again and again, brutally reaming Karina's ass.

  Karina, spent from her orgasm and exhausted by her ordeal in the sun, could do nothing. Gasping for breath, she hung her head down. Slack-jawed, she stared at her tied wri
sts for awhile. Unexpectedly, she realized what she was seeing and blinked her eyes to clear away the haze.

  When the guards had stripped her, they could not get off her pendant or the charm around her wrist. Ahmed's forceful thrusts were causing Remarg in its miniature state to spin around. Each time it did, it nicked through a couple of strands of the rope binding her wrists. Hope flared within Karina giving her strength.

  "Is this the best your sons can do?" snarled Karina at Sultan Bashir. "They must take after their limp-dick father!"

  "Harder, Ahmed!" yelled Sultan Bashir, angered by the audaciousness of Karina. "Teach her the meaning of pain! I will be next to finish the lesson."

  Ahmed rammed his cock in and out of Karina, causing her to grit her teeth. Remarg was dancing around non-stop as the pounding shook the table. Slowly, strand by strand, the rope parted until it was almost cut through. Karina felt Ahmed grasp her hips tightly as he pushed his cock into her and held it there. Karina grimaced as she felt his hot cum gush into her ass.

  Angry and disgusted, Karina flexed her wrists and snapped apart the final portion of the rope. She felt Remarg enlarge in her hand as she shoved her hips backwards hard and pushed up off the table. Without even thinking, Karina swung Remarg behind her and felt it slice through Ahmed's body. Swinging Remarg back, she hacked the bonds holding her legs and staggered to her feet.

  Everyone had frozen at the sight of Karina getting free. It was just then that Ahmed finally caught his breath enough to scream as he clutched at his bloody groin. His cock, now devoid of blood, slipped out of Karina's ass to plop wetly onto the floor. Pandemonium ensued thereafter.

  The women all screamed shrilly and took off running. The servants followed suit, bumping into each other, dropping their trays, running into the women, and causing mass panic. The sultan's sons were yelling for the guards and backing away from Karina. Ahmed rolled on the floor, blood streaming from between his fingers.

  Karina ran towards Sultan Bashir, who was still sitting on his throne. The whiny son, who wanted a turn at her, was bumped by a servant and knocked into her path. Karina did not even slow down as she took a backhanded swipe at him. The son stiffened as Remarg sliced deep across his stomach. The son gasped as he pressed both hands against his abdomen trying to keep his cut intestines in.

  Sultan Bashir saw Karina coming for him with fury in her eyes. Yelling and screaming for someone to stop her, he stood up as she raced towards him. Giving way to his fear, he pulled around by one arm of the throne to get it between him and Karina. Karina swung at him and managed to catch his hand on the chair arm. Remarg bit deep into the gilded wood.

  The sultan cried out in pain and clutched his bloody left hand to his chest. Before Karina could pull Remarg free, he fled the room through a curtained alcove. Karina yanked Remarg free of the throne and looked down. Three of the sultan's fingers had been left behind, including the one with the ring on it. Karina's fury vanished at the sight of the ring and she grabbed it along the finger.

  Holding it tightly, Karina glanced around for a means of escape. Remarg immediately shrank back to its charm bracelet size. Everyone was still running everywhere, so Karina took off running towards the courtyard. The guards were running in, but paid her no more attention than any of the other naked women running about.

  Karina dashed out into the courtyard along with everyone else from the throne room. Servants, guards, half-naked girls, courtiers, and dignitaries were all milling about. The intense heat of the sun began sapping Karina's strength causing her to stumble. She knew she had to get out of the palace and then out of the city. Karina hoped that the sloop was gone, but even if it was not, she could not go there because it would be the first place they would look for her.

  Chaos reigned inside the palace. Karina knew it would not last and that the guards would soon be pursing her. She made her way towards the gate. A couple of people almost came forward to help her, but stopped when they caught sight of her blood-stained leg and sunburned body. Karina began looking in the rooms she passed by and found an empty guard room. She stripped sheets off a couple of beds and wrapped them around her body. She tore up a blanket to cover her head and drew it across her face before proceeding towards the gate.

  Karina reached the palace entrance with out being stopped. The guards were agitated because no one had informed them as to what had happened. Luckily for Karina, they fell back to obeying their last order and were more concerned with keeping people out than in. Karina walked through the archway, while the guards were arguing with some other people who were trying to get into the palace. She walked casually up the street until she could turn the corner. Karina then hurried towards the nearest city gate.

  Chapter 14: The Ring Of Ashtar

  Karina was gasping for breath from the sun beating down on her when she finally reached the exit to the city. She joined a group of travelers going out and walked with them for a short distance. The hot sand burned her feet, but Karina did not dare stop. She fell back away from the other travelers and headed off into the desert.

  The harsh glaring sun made Karina squint as she tried to peer through the shimmering haze. She continued to walk hoping to find some type of salvation in this hot, bleak environment. Her body had stopped perspiring a day before and Karina felt like she was burning up. She stumbled down a dry wash and her anger left her along with the strength it had brought. Karina's mind began to wander as her grip loosened on the sheets. The torn blanket slipped from her head and fell to the ground without her even noticing it.

  Karina staggered down the wash and then stumbled over a rock. She fell to her knees and knelt there in the sand as the sun continued to beat down on her unmercifully. Shaking her head, Karina managed to stand up and tripped on the last sheet she had tied around her waist. It pulled off and she left it there as she moved on. Time dragged on for her without meaning.

  Karina dreamed of cool forests and cold streams. She remembered first meeting Gar and then Tenan. She shivered in the cold and then shivered again. The cold brought her a little bit back to reality and she was surprised to find that night had fallen. Her mind then wandered off again as she continued to put one bloody foot in front of the other.

  The sun rose to find Karina sprawled out on the ground. The brilliant light stabbed her in the eyes and she groaned in pain. The cold disappeared as fast as it had come to be replaced by a blistering heat. Karina groaned again and tried to rise. She was unable to even lift her head off the ground. She brought her hand up to her face and looked at the sultan's finger. The image blurred and Karina whispered, "Ashtar."

  A low rumble of thunder resounded from the horizon. Karina's head flopped over to look in that direction when she heard another rumble. White billowing clouds sprang up from the horizon and rushed towards Karina at an unnatural speed. Karina watched them in dull fascination as they billowed towards her and then stopped. The middle of the clouds parted as if pushed aside and the upper half of a gigantic woman leaned out from behind them.

  Even in her delirium, Karina noticed that the woman was extremely beautiful. She had flawless olive skin and dark brown, almond-shaped eyes. Her lips were red, full, and curled upwards in a hint of a smile. She had black luxurious hair done up in a bun on top of her head with gold wire strung through it to hold it in place. The woman's breasts were titanic, even compared to her own, with dark areolas and nipples the size of the glans of a penis. Ropes of gems and pearls encircled the woman's neck and wrapped underneath her breasts. In Karina's hazy mind, the woman's tits seemed to slosh back and forth as if they were filled to the brim with milk.

  "You called me, but you are not the one I gave the ring to," said the woman in a rich voice that filled Karina with comfort. "Are you a thief that has stolen the ring and called me in your time of suffering? I, Ashtar, Goddess of Motherhood and the Earth, brook with no thief!"

  Karina tried to speak, but no words could get past her parched throat. She was just able to shake her head.

  "No?" asked A
shtar rhetorically. "No to what? No, you are no thief, or no, you do not want to suffer punishment for stealing my ring? I think it is time for the truth."

  Ashtar spread out her hand over Karina. Karina tried to shrink back into the dirt as the huge hand hovered over her. A white light emanated from Ashtar's palm and Karina felt a great lassitude come over her. A warmth penetrated her mind, but Karina did not care as it felt like a mother's caress. Images of her life flowed through her thoughts, each one briefly examined by the warmth before moving on to the next one. After the sequence of her escape into the desert had been looked at, the warmth left her mind. Karina focused her eyes to see Ashtar's hand retreating away from her.

  "You are no thief," said Ashtar, looking down at Karina with gentleness in her eyes. "You were doing what any mother would do for her child. Normally gifts from one pantheon of gods and goddesses are not given to another, but I will make an exception in your case."

  Ashtar leaned a little to the right so her tremendous left tit hovered in front of Karina's eyes. "I require Adelpha's pendant. That will ensure that the ring is returned to me when Zaius is finished with it. You have to decide: the pendant or the ring."

  Karina was close to passing out. Her mind was on fire and her body felt like it was burning up. Summoning the last of her strength, she whispered between cracked and blistered lips, "The ring."

  Ashtar cupped her right hand under her breast, pushing it forward. She then leaned down, gently pushing her nipple into Karina's mouth and squeezed. A trickle of warm milk squirted into Karina's mouth and she thirstily drank it down. She could feel the life-giving fluid immediately seep throughout her entire body. Desperate for more, Karina latched onto the humongous globe and sucked avidly at the huge nipple, swallowing the milk that gushed into her mouth.

  "Ooh, thirsty, aren't you?" asked Ashtar as one might say to a baby. She then chuckled. "You could become one of my priestesses. You have the dedication and right priorities as a mother, but I think you have too many gods and goddesses playing with you now. That's enough, little one."