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Chyiari Ch. 01

By: barbarian queen 2



She got out of the huge limo and headed for the restroom. The layabouts watched her. She moved with lithe grace although her figure was full and her hair streaked with gray. The driver was busy filling the limo with gas and there seemed to be another figure in the back. 

A couple of the loafers moved in a randomly seeming movement around the building to the restroom doors. She came out of the ladies restroom and stopped short. The two men in front of her were leering.

“Not too bad,” said one, staring at her breasts. “Whyn’t ya come with us?” he said licking his lips. “We can give ya a much better than any old man.” He looked her up and down. “Even a rich old man.”

Her eyes went cold. “No,” she said. She pushed past them. One grabbed at her. She slapped his hand away and moved away from them.

“Bitch!” he snarled as he reached for her again.

She grabbed his wrist, twisted, and threw him into his friend. She walked away, keeping her head slightly turned to keep an eye on them.

“Chyiara?” said a deep, soft voice. She looked up into icy topaz eyes and smiled. The two men came around the corner and stopped. “Was there a problem, chyiara?”

“No, Chyiari,” she replied softly, “no problem.”

His gaze went to the too men behind her. Both paled and backed away. The huge man took her hand and led her back to the limo. She settled into the seat beside him.

“Tell me, chyiara,” he said softly.

She sighed, taking his hand in hers, stroking his fingers. “They thought they could offer me more than you do, Chiari.” She continued to stroke and caress his fingers and smiled softly. “They were foolish.”

He closed his fingers on hers, holding her still. “Are you never tempted to go back, chyiara?” The question was whisper quiet.

“No, Chiari,” she replied at once, holding tight to his hand. “I am yours.”

The limo turned into a gated estate and pulled up in front of the house. She glanced around, still holding his hand. He led her inside and up to a bedroom.

“I must leave you for a while, chyiara,” he said softly, “but first…” He gestured to the bed. The large, old fashioned four poster bed. Without a word, she removed her clothes and knelt beside the bed to watch him strip. Her eyes grew soft with desire as she watched. He was over seven feet tall, muscular, with long raven black hair now loose around his handsome face. He moved to stand before her. She began stroking and caressing his large penis and equally large testicles. He was heavy in her hands. She brought the still flaccid organ to her lips and kissed it, teasing the glans with her tongue, tasting his fire and passion. She rapidly brought him to full erection.

She felt her own arousal grow as she licked and kissed and sucked on him. She felt him twitch and began sucking on the huge fist sized glans. She was rewarded with a surge of fiery ejaculate. Moaning softly, she swallowed quickly, taking all of it, feeling the fire burn down her throat and into her belly.

He urged her up and onto the bed. She laid down and spread her arms and legs. His topaz eyes gleamed as he tied her tight. Her breathing quickened. The tighter he tied her, the harder and longer he took her. She quivered with anticipation. 

He mounted her, thrusting hard into her. She arched and screamed as the sharp pain of his huge penis began penetrating her. Hissing in pleasure, he thrust again and again, forcing her to accept his monstrously huge, hard penis. He heard her desire and her pleasure in her screams. He kept thrusting savagely hard into her until she shrieked and convulsed in orgasm. He paused to savor her warm tightness spasming around his iron hard shaft. The he began again, taking her hard, his savage plunges tearing deep into her, driving her to writhing, constant orgasm that intensified each time he climaxed into her. He took her until she could no longer scream and her body was rigid, convulsing with intense, exquisite orgasm. He sated himself in her repeatedly until he knew he had to leave. Her soft moan of protest as he eased from her body pleased him. He freed her and gathered her limp body close in his arms.

He kissed her gently. “I must go now, chyiara,” he whispered.

“I will wait for you, Chiari,” she murmured. He kissed her again as she sighed into exhausted sleep.

She awoke alone. He didn’t tell her how long he would be gone. He never did. Each night, she knelt beside the bed, waiting for him. Often, she fell asleep curled on the floor. Days passed and he still did not return. She missed him so. Sometimes, she wept in her sleep, wanting his touch. His servants knew and watched.

His return was as sudden as his departure had been. He found her curled beside the bed, waiting as she had promised. He lifted her in his arms. She stirred against him.

“Chyiara?” she murmured.

“Yes, chyiari,” he replied softly. A soft sigh and she settled back to sleep in his arms. 

She awoke tied to the bed, his golden eyes glowing as he pulled the bonds very tight. She smiled in joy and anticipation.

“I have great need of you, chyiara,” he said. His huge penis was already rampant.

“Please, Chiari,” she whispered. “I am yours.”

He mounted her swiftly, thrusting into her, sheathing his monstrous erection completely in a single savage stroke. She shrieked in pain as he forced his massively thick, long penis into her again and again. Her shudders of pain soon became intense orgasmic spasms that went on and on. Her orgasm became constant and her screams died to whimpers and moans as he thrust and thrust and thrust. He held his climax for hours, savoring the hot friction of her body, her ongoing orgasm massaging his rapidly plunging penis. He finally let go, pulsing a massive orgasm into her spasming body, filling her with his fiery ejaculate. And he was still hard and hot in her. 

Now he took his time, moving long and slow as her orgasm began to ease and then peak again and again as he pulsed his climaxes into her. He kept her tied, thrusting into her, filling her with his burning fluids until he was totally, completely sated. He paused briefly, lying heavy on her soft body, still hard in her.

“Shall I stop now, chyiara,” he whispered.

She throbbed around him. “Aaaahhh, nooo, Chyiari,” she murmured. “I have missed you!”

He pulled back and slammed hard into her.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhh! Chiari!” she screamed hoarsely as she arched up to his thrust. And he again sated himself in her. And again. And again…

Chyiari Ch. 02



She lay curled on the floor, shuddering in pain, teeth clenched as the lash fell again. The last blow. She did not know why she was here, but she had refused to submit. She was often beaten unconscious. Her wrists and ankles were raw and bleeding. A hand gripped her hair and jerked her head back.

“Now?”

“Never!” she gasped. With a low growl, she was flung down again and left alone to suffer. The men came and went. Again and again, she was given to a man or ‘another’ only to be returned as too independent, not properly obedient. And each time she was beaten. Now she lay unconscious, her body shuddering.

That was how he finally found her. He had searched for two years since she had been taken from him. He had walked into the…club…looking for information. He’d been introduced to the manager who was slightly out of breath and carrying a bloody lash.

“Sorry, Sir,” said the manager, “we have a…slight…discipline problem.” He shrugged. “I’m about ready to give her to the ghouls.”

The tall, topaz eyed man felt a sudden stab of unease. “Let me see her,” he said cooly. “I may have a…use…for her.” 

The manager leered at the faintly sinister statement. “Of course, Sir. This way, please.” He led the huge man to where she lay bloody and unconscious. 

The topaz eyes turned to golden ice. He had found her. “I will take her.” His frozen voice made the manager cringe just a bit. 

“Of course, Sir!” 

She was untied. He waved away the servants and handed over the requested price without argument. Then he wrapped her in the sheet she lay on and carried her away.

She woke up in a huge bed, covered with silk sheets. She looked at the man beside the bed. “Who are you?” Her voice was hoarse, chill.

“You may call me Physician,” he said. “I was brought in to tend you.”

“Why bother?” she asked, her voice dull.

“Because I was asked to, chyiara,” said Physician.

“Do. Not. Call. Me. That,” she said with frozen anger, her pain evident in her voice. “Only one may call me that and you are not him!”

Physician nodded. “Very well. What shall I call you?”

“Anything you wish,” she said with indifference. “Just not that.”

“Hmmm,” was his only response. He tended her and left her to rest.

Physician went to the topaz-eyed man.

“Well?”

“Her flesh will heal. Her spirit is battered but not broken,” said Physician. “I called her ‘chyiara’ and was rebuked.” He looked up into the cold, topaz eyes. “I was told that only one may call her that and I was not that one.” He smiled slightly. “She will heal, Sir.” The tall man nodded. Her room was now protected. She could not be removed again. He was still angry with himself for being so careless before. 

She healed and gained strength. No one came to her except Physician and he did nothing except treat her hurts. The room seemed so familiar, yet she was certain it could not be where she wished to be. She had not yet seen the man who bought her this time, yet the now faint scars on her wrists and ankles reminded her that she would probably be beaten yet again for refusing to submit. She sighed. She could take no more. If he beat her, she would defy him until he killed her. Chyiari had not found her. She would willingly accept no other.

She knelt beside the bed, sitting back on her heels, hands resting on her thighs as she had knelt and waited so many times before. Her eyes were closed as she wept silent tears.

“Ah! Chyiari!” she mourned, lost. 

He was in the shadows. Her plaintive whisper tore at him. Silently, he knelt before her. “Can you forgive me, chyiara?” he asked softly.

She had stiffened at the first word. Her eyes flew open. “Chyiari?” Her whisper was tremulous. Her hand slowly reached toward his face. “Chyiari?”

“Yes, chyiara.” He held out his arms. It had to be her choice. If she did not come to him, he would send her to a safe place and never see her again.

“Oh, Chyiari!” She threw herself into his embrace. 

He sighed and held her close. “Forgive me, chyiara,” he said softly, “I did not protect you and it took so long to find you.”

She silenced him with a soft kiss. He lifted her in his arms and laid her on the bed. Her arms were tight around him and he reclined beside her.

“Why, Chyiari?” she whispered.

He sighed as he caressed her. “One of my kind though I was wasting my time with you. He thought I would not care if you disappeared.” The topaz eyes grew arctic. “He was wrong. But he hid you very well.” He pulled her tight against his body, softly stroking her back. “I am sorry it took so long to find you, chyiara.” He felt her lips on this throat, soft and arousing.

“I have missed you, Chyiari,” she replied softly. “I have always been yours and will be until I die.”

His kiss was soft and hungry. “I have great need of you, chyiara,” he murmured.

She smiled into his eyes. “Please, Chyiari,” she whispered, “I am yours.”

He did not bind her. The faint scars on her wrists and ankles twisted him inside…as did the scars on her back. Her soft hands were caressing his hard body, stroking his enormous erection, gently tugging him to her. H mounted her suddenly, plunging hard and deep into her. 

“Aaaaaaaahhhhh! Chyiari!” she screamed, clutching his shoulders as her body arched to his thrust. Another hard thrust and another until he had sheathed his entire massive length completely in her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, writhing as he thrust and thrust into her. Her orgasm was sudden and intense, the hard spasms caressing his monstrous penis as he kept pounding hard into her. She climaxed again and again. He thrust harder into her as his own climax built and then pulsed hard and hot into her. He took her until her orgasm was constant and he had completely sated himself in her. He finally eases slowly from her quivering body. 

She sighed in sated pleasure. “Thank you, Chyiari,” she murmured as she fell asleep. She awoke much later, still in his arms. Her arms tightened around him. “Chyiari!”

“Hush, chyiara,” he murmured, “I am here.”

Her hands caressed him, compulsively touching him. “I feared you were a dream, Chyiari,” she whispered. 

He smiled at her. “Real enough, chyiara.” Her breath was warm against him as she sighed and snuggled against him. He was becoming aroused again. 

She felt him stirring against her. “Again, Chyiari,” she murmured, “please?” He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He lifted her by her waist and positioned he over his rampant penis. Then he impaled her slowly, savoring her tight heat as he entered her inch by inch until he had taken the entire massive length of him. She was moaning softly, eyes bright with desire. She began raising and lowering herself on him, quivering at the hot friction of him moving in her. She arched and convulsed in sudden orgasm, her hips slamming against him as the pleasure rolled through her. Then she collapsed on him, throbbing around his huge shaft.

He rolled over to have her under him and began thrusting deep into her. She writhed and climaxed again and again as he took her, sated himself in her. Hours later, he finally eased from her convulsing body. He stroked her body softly. A soft sigh of pleasure as she responded to him.

“Do you know what ‘chyiar’ means?” he asked softly, as he teased her breasts. 

She moaned softly as he aroused her again. “No, Chyiari,” she whispered.

She heard the smile in his voice. “It means ‘master or mistress’, it means ‘slave’,” he whispered, still teasing her quivering body. He moved over her. “It means…beloved,” he murmured as he entered her again.

She arched to his hard thrusts. “Chyiari!” she moaned, “Beloved!”