0 comments/ 20058 views/ 1 favorites Ziaxan Empire Ch. 01 By: ziax Chapter One: The Capture of Lord Ziax Parts 1&2 Sexually speaking, I was never very forward. At the time of my abduction, I had been with maybe one or two girls, and never really tried anything kinky at all. That's not to say I never thought about kinky things, in fact, I did so with abandon. Privately, I was as horny and hungry for sex as they come. There wasn't a woman I saw that I didn't fantasize about, and usually that fantasy involved something kinky or naughty. From bondage to rape, age play to incest, I fantasized about all of it. I jerked off over hundreds of women, from the famous to one's I knew personally. Some were sexy, others were homely, and it didn't matter as long as they had something about them that turned me on. Yet, I never really explored that kinkier side much in real life. I'd drool and hunger for women I saw on the street, or those I worked around, but nothing would happen. At least not until that fateful day, who knows how many years ago now, that I was snatched body and soul from this world and taken to serve the Sindara. By this time you must be thinking, what a ridiculous story this is... kidnapping and other worlds. That's how I felt when it happened, who would believe such a thing? I certainly didn't, and those I've abducted since certainly haven't. It always takes a while for them to finally believe it, to finally realize their plight, but that of course is a different story. If mysticism, magic, and fantasy just aren't for you, then these tales may simply not be for you. If you are willing to believe me when I tell you there are worlds beyond, and powers beyond what we can imagine, then read on. If you can't tolerate violence, rape, betrayal, incest, and other forbidden topics... then it also might not be for you. I leave that decision to you. What follows is a tale of sex and power; it is a tale of sex and betrayal. It is sometimes violent, indeed sometimes it is deadly. It is about wars and love, but most of all it is about power and sex. Indeed, on Vistira, the two words are synonymous: power is sex, sex is power. It is what kept the Amazon's alive, yet it was what threatened their destruction. Before we begin my story, you must understand a little about the conflict into which I was drawn. For hundreds of years Vistira was divided into many kingdoms, some small, some large, all of them grasping for power. Sometimes this meant open war, other times it meant intrigue and assassination. Other times it was economy, and at some level it was always sex. That was because the most powerful empire in all of Vistira was the Amazons; well we'd call them amazons: warrior women whose culture included no men, they called themselves the Sindara. They controlled most of the trade, not because they were the richest empire, and they were rich because of sex. For the Sindara, despite their hatred and disgust for men, realized the power they held. The sex of a Sindara is not like regular sex, it is pure energy, a form of life energy, and it can bring vigor, power, luck, and can be harnessed to perform powerful acts of magic and miracle. The pure Sindarans kept much of their sex to themselves, not wanting to share their pure unharnessed energy. Of course individual Sindarans had their own beliefs as to whom they would and would not fuck, but as a rule, the Sindarans only shared their sexual wealth through one of two ways. First they trained non-Sindara women to serve as whores in Sindaran brothels or to be sold as slaves. The other way, as I believed at the time, was to kidnap earth women for the same purpose. Although I would later learn this wasn't entirely how it worked. For years the Sindara existed, above the petty squabbles of the rest of the world, yet slowly their power was dwindling. The magical defenses that kept out invaders, that would indeed kill any male who entered their empire, began to grow weak and the Sindarans were in trouble. It is at this point, where they are on the verge of invasion and destruction that I come into the story... I will confess that some of the details are difficult to remember; it seems for ages now I have been Lord Ziax, ages since my fantasies came to life, as if my old life was the fantasy. It started in my last year in high school; I believe I was 17 at the time. I was very horny and eager for a good fuck at the time. Man, did I want sex. The problem, as I mentioned above though, was that I could be shy. There were a couple girls in particular I would constantly fantasize about fucking. Even in class I would sometimes catch myself undressing the student in the next row with my mind, forcing my cock into her, fucking her like that nasty whore I knew she was. Sometimes I would even imagine I could see that same girl squirm in her seat, as if she could feel my thoughts. In one class however, it wasn't the student in the next row that was the object of my attention, it was Miss Cynthia. Miss Cynthia had come in the middle of the year, but since her arrival I had started enjoying my classes a whole lot more. Lucky for me, it was the last period of the day, so I could go home and jerk off, all the while imagining the nasty things I would do to that sexy little teacher. She stood about 5'4"; she had an abundance of wavy black hair that framed her delicate face perfectly. Her eyes were deep and almost piercing in the way she'd look at you, her lips always full and luscious. Her neck had the smooth, elegant curves of a ballet dancer and she had the legs of a dancer to go with it and she loved to show them off. I would spend hours starting at those gorgeous legs. She'd wear skirts cut above the knee, showing plenty of slim, tight thighs. The skirts would perfectly accent her tight round ass as they came down over her hips. Being a consummate leg man, it was her calves that really did it for me however. They were curvy and well muscled, without being too chiseled. To some, they may have seemed too big, but as you will learn, large, well muscled, curvy calves are my weakness. Her feet were small and delicate and she always wore a sexy pair of high heeled pumps that further emphasized her delicious calf muscles. Her waist was slim and her breasts a perfect D cup, tight and round and generally her blouse was worn so plenty of cleavage was visible. And it was definitely one of those days where plenty of cleavage was visible. That day she was dressed in a white blouse, with the hint of black lace bra underneath, a black business skirt, black stockings and heels. She completed her perfect 'librarian' look by putting up her hair and wearing her glasses. As she would write on the board I would imagine myself tracing my way up those curvy legs with my tongue, sucking hungrily at her delicious calves. Then I would tear open that blouse and go at those tasty tits with abandon. She continued to talk about some plants or something or other but I ignored it. It was just one of those terribly horny days. One of my favorite girls in the class, a sexy little Asian girl (another one with big curvy calves) had worn a short skirt in first period, the class slut had also decided to show off her long delicious legs today as well, and lastly this quiet, homely little geeky girl in my class, that for some reason got me going had been wearing a skirt as well. All in all, a good (or bad depending on your perspective) day for a leg man. Now I sat there deep in my day dream, fucking Miss Cynthia in my mind as I wiggled in my desk. No one seemed to notice, I had gotten pretty good at controlling myself during my little imaginings. I had to be careful because I had gotten to the point where I could make myself cum. The little geeky girl looked over at me suspiciously once, but that only served to intensify the hunger I was feeling. Losing myself in my fantasy I could imagine my hands sliding along those sexy legs, caressing her calves as I worked my way up under her skirt, squeezing her tight ass, pressing my hips against hers as she sat on the edge of her desk. I tore her blouse open and started to feast on her tits even as a release her delicious tits from the bra. My tongue moving in small circles around her nipples, I grabbed her hair and forced her head back, hearing her moan in delight. I gripped her panties and tore them from her body as I worked her skirt up around her waist, giving me access to her pussy. Even as I imagined this all happening, my cock hard in my pants, I could have sworn Ms. Kaye shifted a little, pulling and adjusting her skirt as she continued to write. She turned around and glanced at me, but said nothing. I swallowed, embarrassed, yet how could she know? In my mind, the fantasy continued. Panting hard, the teacher pulled my pants open and gripped my long hard shaft. She stroked it hungrily, the lust evident in her breathing as she pulled it from my pants. My hands squeezed her ass tightly, and then once more I ran my hand along the length of her leg, the feel of the curves getting me even harder. Precum glistened at the tip of my cock as she ran her finger over it, and in circles around the head. Collecting the precum she put her finger to her lips and sucked at it, tasting my juices, closing her eyes as delighted in the taste of my cum. She said nothing, but it was obvious from the look in her eyes that the slut needed a good hard fucking. Her hands ran up and down my back, her fingers raked across my chest as I continued to stroke her legs, my cock tip poised at the entrance to her tight wet pussy, teasing her as she moaned loudly. Gripping her again I forced her head back hard, licking her neck and tits with animal like hunger, still teasing her at the entrance to her tightness, she writhed in delight and frustration at the same time. She needed it, and she needed it bad. Her body was trembling, her leg muscles tight with anticipation, wanting to delay the moment even longer, I lifted her leg by her ankles and ran my tongue along her delicious calf. Once more she moaned. She was helpless now, overcome by my sex. In the front of the room, the teacher stumbled as she spoke to the class, both on her words and nearly tripping as she walked towards the board. She coughed to try her clear her throat as she slipped into the chair behind her desk. Regaining her composure she once again stared my way, but quickly looked the other way. In my fantasy I waited no longer. My cock was throbbing and pulsating as if with a life of its own. I groaned loudly as the glistening tip brushed against the moist lips of her pussy. Breathing hard, gripping her by her slim waist, I mercilessly slammed my cock into her cunt, burying it all the way, slamming against her cervix as my thick shaft filled her tight hungry hole. Cynthia let out a gasp in the front of the room, causing everyone to look her way. She blushed a bit, but quickly instructed everyone that she just hit her elbow and they should get back to work. She was visibly sweating, her eyes met mine again and I knew... she was feeling this. I didn't know how, but she was experiencing this fucking as if it were happening to her. That knowledge inspired me; I kept my gaze fixed on the teacher as in my mind I thrust into her again. I could see by the shock in her eyes that she felt that one too. One thrust after another, pounding into her cunt; slamming my cock deep inside her I mind fucked that slutty teacher. In the fantasy, she started to resist me. She asked me to stop, over and over again begging me not to fuck her. Fighting me she repeated again and again, no. Yet I didn't. I had already fantasized about raping women plenty of times in the past, it wasn't real. Well, maybe this was. Was I mind raping this slut? Did she really want me to stop? If so, I was violating her in a way almost worse than real rape, I was violating her mind. I thrust into her again, even as I wondered if I should stop. Her cunt went into spasm around my shaft as she resisted, tightening on the throbbing cock, making me groan. Who would ever know about this? Just me and Ms. Kaye, that is who. It wasn't like she could ever accuse me of rape, not when I sat quietly in my chair, not even touching her. No... I wasn't going to stop, not when I had this whore at my disposal, and from the look on the teacher's face, she knew it. Horrified she bit her lip and sat quietly at the front of the room, avoiding my gaze as I mind raped her. Harder my pulsating cock slammed into the writhing pussy. I had her pinned down to the desk now as I slammed my body into hers, my cock driving deep. She panted and grunted even as she struggled to escape me. Again and again I slammed hard into her, my cock on fire with passion, tearing deep into her tight cunt, writhing out of control inside of her. Her head tossed back and forth as she groaned. Her hair was a tangle in front of her face and the glasses had long since fallen to the ground. Her blouse laid torn open and her skirt was hiked around her waist. One stocking had slid down around her knee and the opposite heel and been kicked to the ground in her thrashing. Yet despite her struggles and protests... she came. It was one of the most intense feelings my cock has ever experienced, her pussy squeezed tightly around my cock as she shook with pleasure and fear, her body convulsed by intense orgasms. The tight grip her cunt held on my cock caused me to feel each orgasm in full, each intense contraction, each spasm, every bit of writhing... my cock felt as she came. I groaned and moaned, nearing orgasm myself. With one last thrust into her, one last cock-clenching contraction from her already tight pussy, it happened. I came for what seemed like an eternity, cum flowing from my shaft into the whore teacher, filling her with my juices. Ms. Kaye groaned as the cum seeped into her body through her cunt. I lowered her off of the desk and onto the floor... she knelt before me as I put my cock to her lips for her to clean. She wrapped her mouth around the shaft and sucked hard as she licked the cum from it, top to bottom. Hungrily she cleaned my cock, her silky tongue wrapping itself around the still throbbing shaft as she cleaned every drop of cum. The stimulation from her tongue was just too much and quickly my cock started to become erect once more as I groaned and gripped her hair. Looking to the front of the room Ms. Kaye smiled and subtly licker her lips. I continued to fuck her mouth, shoving the whole shaft in as she deep throated me with hungry lust. Her tongue wiggled and writhed in her mouth as she sucked my cock harder, her head bobbing up and down as her tongue moved side to side. I gripped her hair tighter as I thrust into her mouth in rhythm, forcing the thick shaft all the way into her tight throat. She gagged slightly, but took it all like a true whore, sucking and bobbing like a cum hungry animal. Her moaning and groaning sent vibrations through my cock that further stimulated me, bringing me closer and closer to another wild orgasm. I raped that throat for what seemed an eternity, poised on the edge of orgasm, teased to the brink of madness as she sucked me with tremendous skill and intensity, then finally when I felt ready to explode I shoved my cock deep into her throat, slamming against the back of her mouth, forcing her head to tilt back to take my whole length, and I came hard, filling her with hot juices. She swallowed every drop without trouble, licking me clean as she knelt there before me. The sound of people shuffling chairs woke me from my daydream, piercing through my fantasy. Standing up at the front of the room, Ms. Cynthia spoke. "Well have a good day class, see you tomorrow," she smiled, and then she called my name, "falling asleep in class isn't something I tolerate, please stay behind." I swallowed hard, wondering what she had in mind, maybe she hadn't experienced our fucking at all, and maybe it had all been part of a dream. I looked down at my lap and sighed, I had cum in my pants, which were now visibly wet. I suppose that would be one advantage of having to stay behind, so no one would see the big cum puddle on my pants. No one seemed to notice as they left, laughing and getting entertainment from my scolding. No one except that little geeky girl again, she stared at my pants wide-eyed and it seemed for a moment that she smiled, and then she quickly walked from the room. As the room emptied, she walked to the door, closing it; I saw her turn the lock. Already my excitement started to rise as I realized she wanted to remain undisturbed. My cock was hard again in my pants as I watched her, her sensual legs calling to me, bend over to pick up a dropped pencil. Her round ass was basically staring me in the face as she stood and pulled the shade closed. She said nothing, nor gave much away as to what she was thinking as she turned and crossed the room. Her face was determined however, in control, in fact, she seemed quite different. There was no knowing what was going to happen next however, was I in trouble or did she want more? Without a word she grabbed the desk in front of my chair and pulled it aside, I started to stand but she shoved me back into the chair hard. Her strength took me by surprise. "Sit there," she said firmly, her gaze powerful and determined. She straddled me in the chair and sat down on my lap, her long sexy legs to either side, her hands gripping my hair. "That was impressive boy," she said as she looked me in the eye, she had a power and strength about her now that was palpable, I felt complete under her control. Her grip was strong and her sex was stronger. I could smell her hunger and passion. "Did you enjoy 'raping' your defenseless teacher?" She smiled as she let her hair down and shook it out, her hands stroked my arms and chest, then she gripped my hair and pulled hard, "not so defenseless now am I little boy?" She waited, but I sat there shocked, afraid, but aroused, my cock and heart both throbbing wildly as I stared into those powerful eyes. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION BOY!" she shouted as loud as she could get away with and tugged at my hair again. "No," I said quietly, moaning as she then leaned down to lick my neck. Her tongue caressed my ear as she pressed her ass against my hard cock. "That's no... My mistress," she whispered as my cock ached in my pants. "No mistress," I responded, "you are far from weak and defenseless." "You are my prisoner now," she grinned as she put one leg up over my shoulder, her curvy, delicious calf just inches from my mouth, "want to lick my calf... then ask me." "Mistress, please allow me to lick your calf for you," I responded. I was so excited; I'd have said anything to get to taste that hot flesh. She nodded and pushed her legs against my lips and I sucked hungrily at her flesh. It tasted better than in my fantasy, there was a power that surrounded her, a palpable, sensual power that I could taste and even devour as I sucked and licked her flesh. I came wildly as I sucked her calf, an orgasm overwhelming my body out of nowhere, it was almost supernatural the power I felt as I worshiped her leg. My mind overwhelmed with intense pleasure, my blood burning with a hunger that I felt could never be satiated. "Yes that's it," she smiled, "you feel my power now, feel it and submit to me for you are my prisoner, my toy, my cock to fuck as I will. You will give me your seed and it will make me powerful." She moaned as I continued to worship her calf and ankle, sucking hungrily at her ankle she groaned louder, her pleasure brought me pleasure as waves of sexual energy seemed to wrap around us both. "I am yours," I told her, thinking this would please her. "Mistress Cynthia, or Empress Cynthia, will do slave," she told me, grinning in delight. I was willing to play along. "Yes Empress, I am yours to command," I smiled. "You have no idea my pet, no idea what you are about to get yourself into," she smiled, "I mean it when I say you are my prisoner. I need cum, and yours is powerful. It is time now that I end this act and see to my empire, it is time I claim you and use you for what the good of my people." I had no idea what she was talking about; I was too intoxicated by her smell, her feel, her sex, and above all her power to even care. She lowered her leg from my mouth and shoved my back into the chair when I tried to reach out to it. "You get what I give you, nothing more." I nodded in ascent. "Now, if you truly wish to serve me, then kiss me slave!" Without question, I obeyed. Ziaxan Empire Ch. 01 When my lips touch hers, she grabbed my head and pressed deeper, her tongue probing my mouth. I was trapped in her grasp, her legs pinning me to the chair. What I felt, I cannot describe well in words. Imagine the worst pain you can feel, imagine the most intense pleasure, imagine feeling totally fulfilled and empty at the same time, imagine wave after wave of electric shocks and burning fire. That is what I felt. It was enough to drive you to madness. I saw the mind and power of Mistress Cynthia in its raw form. What I realized then was quite simply that she was far more than she seemed to be, she wasn't human. She was a goddess, or a demoness, something very powerful. She was right; I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I was scared and excited at the same time, eager to know more, but feeling I should try to escape. Yet there was no escape. I was hers now. My body shook from the power and energy of her kiss, my blood burned, my mind exploded, I came again and again during what seemed like an eternity in her powerful and perhaps deadly embrace. Then when I felt I would be unable to withstand anymore, I came hard again, my cock pouring from me in response to her mind fuck of me. As the energy drained from me, I collapsed into darkness, unconscious. Ziaxan Empire Ch. 02 Part I: The Prisoner and the Concubine I do not know how long I slept for following my encounter with Mistress Cynthia. It could have been days, months, even decades. Indeed the sleep lifted, it seemed an eternity. My mind was clouded and unclear, my vision blurred I blinked the sleep from them, and my head throbbed with pain. Indeed my whole body ached, every muscle sore. I could see little of my surroundings as the lights blurred in my vision, I tried to shake my mind clear, but it was slow in happening. The air in wherever I was cool, but pleasantly so. My back lay against soft cushions, and the smell of roses and incense teased me. Indeed as I breathed deeper, the aches faded a bit, the pleasant aromas soothing my body. I felt cool water drip softly onto my face, and then more coolness as something brushed across my forehead and down my cheek. I could see motion near my face, but it was unclear what it was. I reached out to touch whatever it was that was touching me, but I was unable to. It dawned on me that my hands were bound over my head. I struggled a bit more, in a panic as my helplessness became apparent to me. Hands caressed my head and neck, I tried to shake them away at first, but their touch was gentle, caring. I laid my head back into the cushions and sighed. "Do not struggle," a soft female voice whispered as a hand caressed my cheek, "you cannot get free." She placed her hand on my chest softly, I could feel her touch, hot but pleasantly so, through my shirt. "Where am I," I demanded, trying to swallow the nervous fear that comes with such helplessness. I blinked my eyes again, the blurring still clear, although now I imagined I could make out the delicate lines of the speaker's face. "That is a complicated question," she said quietly, "and it is my purpose to help you to understand and learn much of your fate. For now let's say that you are captive in the palace of Empress Cynthia, leader of the Sindara." She gave me a second to take that in, before I could ask my next question, she began to answer it. "You're vision should clear momentarily, it is a side of effect of the transit to our world. "Your world?" I asked. My head was spinning. Still part of me thought this must be a dream. My vision cleared and I could make out more, although it was still somewhat blurry. The woman who leaned over me was beautiful, strikingly so. Between her beauty and the gentle caresses and massaging, the anxiety of the moment was calmed. "The world of the Sindara," she smiled at me, "I know it will take time for you to understand and accept it, it always does. But you have been brought from your world, to this one, a new world or planet, the name of the world on which you are Thalassia, and you are in the Sindaran Empire. Our empire lies on the northern shores of the largest of the Thalassian continents. You are in the imperial palace." "And Mistress Cynthia?" "She is our ruler," she smiled, it was clear she held Cynthia in respect, "the Empress has ordered me to attend to your needs, and to answer your questions regarding our world, and your fate now that you are here." My vision was clear now and so was the beauty of the woman who leaned over me. In some ways she was more beautiful, and sexier, than even Cynthia, although she didn't have the same power and authority about her. Yet she still had the same smell and feel of sexual energy, indeed in some ways it was even more intense. There was an odd mixture of innocence and sexual power about her. Her gaze betrayed that innocence, but she was clearly intelligent. Her breasts were small, but firm. Her blonde hair fell in tight curls around her large innocent blue eyes. She smiled as she sat on the bed next to me, caressing my hair, and holding a glass of what looked like wine to my lips, "go ahead it's not poison." She smiled and I sipped as she tilted the glass, it was actually quite good. "I live to serve; I know very well what you like, what will drive you wild." "I see..." "I am Vislani, Haj Vislani to be exact," she explained, "the Vislani are sexual servants, and our skill and power are unmatched. Yet we are bred to be servants, never to rule. The Haj are the elite and most prized of all Vislani, we are born incomplete. We are kept in the life chambers of the great temple until we submit to the will of the one we are to serve." "How old are you then? You were programmed for me? I mean I just got here right?" I was intrigued by all of this. "It depends on what you consider the beginning of my life," she smiled, caressing my thigh now, "I've been in this form for a little over a month, yes you've been unconscious that long. My essence however, my soul, mind, and energy, that is hundreds of years old. The Haj mature as they age, we become... well better. I was one of the oldest of the Haj, you should be honored I was chosen as your gift. The Empress was quite generous; then again, the prophecy foretold the most prized of all the Haj shall be servant to the one who saves us." This was all too much, and still felt like a dream. I understood most of what she said, but it was frankly unbelievable. Yet the wine, this woman, the room, it all seemed so real. "I am a bit overwhelmed as you can imagine, I don't understand all of this at all. If I am her prisoner, why would she 'give' me anything? Why am I here? I am supposed to 'save' the people who imprisoned me?" I ranted off question after question, meanwhile the girl smiled, lastly I asked "and what is your name?" "I am known as Corinna," she responded, "as for your questions, that is why I am here, to answer them." ***** Part II: The Empress and the Mystic Cynthia stood staring out the window of her own bedroom, gazing out at the empire she had helped build. It was vast and powerful. For eons petty wars had changed the shape of Thalassia. Kingdoms rose and fell; kings rose and fell even faster. Borders constantly changed, allies became enemies, and enemies became allies. Yet through all of it, the Sindara were constant, unchanging. Their empire had stood for centuries, their might unchallenged. They controlled their borders through their strength and mystical power. They used sex as a weapon and as currency to win victories and make allies. None had ever dared think of entering their borders. No army of men would survive, no army of women existed, except the Sindara. The Sindara were not born of the womb as lesser women. The great temple housed the life chambers from which they arose. Cynthia had been one of the first of the Sindara, had mastered the powers of the life chambers, and built the empire. No one knew who had built the chamber, or why, they just knew it was their life source. The Sindara age slowly, and as they reach maturity, they do not age at all. Cynthia had lived for hundreds of years, and now she was forced to watch as all she had built stood in jeopardy. The mystics felt it first, their power decreased, the ability to maintain the barrier that protected them failing. The energy they drew upon, the energy of the great temple, was beginning to wane. Fewer Sindara arose from the chambers. At first Cynthia had thought she found the answer, the great gateway, portal to a world called Earth. Cynthia used to increase their number; she found that the souls and minds of earth women could be cloned into bodies in her world. Some became powerful Sindara, others remained slaves. But still, the energy dwindled. It was Kata that reminded her of the prophecy, about the one who would save them, the male that would save them, bringing energy and strength to their diminishing empire. Cynthia had dismissed it at first. She had built this empire, why should she put faith in some long forgotten prophecy? Yet she had no choice, if she didn't find an answer, the shield would fall. When that happened, the male barbarians of Thalassia would sweep in, killing, kidnapping, raping. Her empire would come to an end. So she began her search for the savior the prophecies spoke of, she searched Thalassia and she searched Earth. She had fucked more men than she could recall, destroying most of them, driving a few insane. None she had tried to transport into the Sindaran Empire had survived the energy that provided for their defense. She had even tried using a female, which nearly resulted in the destruction of the empire from within. She would transport herself to earth, using Kata's guidance, and scout out those who seemed promising. When she was told of this earth man, young by his world's standards, she doubted it could be possible. Yet the mind fuck he had shared with her took her by surprise. Indeed he had some sort of power, perhaps Kata was right. Now he was here in Sindara, and she had to decide what to do with him. "You keep him prisoner my empress," Kata broke Cynthia out of her reflection. The mystic stood behind the empress, and Cynthia could almost feel the deep penetrating gaze of the most senior mystic in the empire burrowing into her from behind. Sometimes Cynthia hated meeting that gaze, those deep blue penetrating eyes. It reminded her that despite the fact she was ruler, there were some things where she did not have ultimate power. "If he is the chosen one of our prophecy, then this is not the correct course of action. You cannot just use him and throw him aside, for if he is our only hope of salvation to destroy him would be insane." "We do not know that he is the one," Cynthia turned around, annoyed at being told what to do by the witch. "He could die like the rest of them." "He has survived more than a month under our defenses, and trust me my empress, he is not being destroyed by it. I have the power to sense such things. You admitted it yourself, he is more powerful than any of the others; he may be the one who can save us!" Her blue eyes flared as she continued, "you are right, he may not be the one, but if he is and we destroy him..." "I have no intention of simply destroying him," Cynthia replied, "you convinced me to wait already, convinced me to educate him and give him time to be strong enough. If I wanted to destroy him, I'd have fucked him already and been done with it." She sighed, "I gave him that Vislani against my better judgment, on your recommendation!" "She walked out of the temple, asking for the chosen one!" Kata exclaimed. The Haj Lisaree had been one of the most ancient of the unshaped ones. Now she was bonded to the captive. Kata felt this to be a sign. Cynthia wanted to deny her access, but the mystics were in such an uproar that she had no choice but to allow the Haj to attend to the captive. "But yet he is a prisoner, when the prophecies say that..." "I know damn well what the prophecies say witch!" Cynthia yelled, "I am not about to give my empire over to some earth male with a talent for fucking! I am not about to give away all I built to anyone do you hear me? I don't give a damn what the prophecies say, I am Empress of the Sindar, and I will not submit to anyone!" "You are taking risks with all of our lives Empress," the mystic said calmly, "I cannot take responsibility for what happens if you fail to head my warnings. My knowledge is give to me through the D'ala-Ki, the energy force that gives power to the Sindar. I am but its messenger." "Leave me Kata," Cynthia replied, turning her back once more, "leave me now." Kata bowed in respect and walked from the chamber, leaving Cynthia to ponder what her next move should be. Part III: Raping Kari I lay there alone in the chambers, still with my hands cuffed to the headboard. The smooth silk sheets surrounded me. My "room" was dark lit by many candles, outside it was dark and no moonlight came through the windows that night. The cool air blew off the balcony as I lay there, helpless. The double doors that entered the chambers lay exactly opposite the large canopy bed on which I was bound. The opened in a flourish and in a start I lifted my head from the bed, straining to see what came through the doors. The clicking of heels on the tiled floor was followed by the entrance of two women, one redhead and one blond. Both were tall, well built, and dressed in long skirts and armor. They each carried some sort of staff. As they took positions on either side of the doorway they confirmed my suspicion that they were some sort of guard. Neither said a word as they looked straight ahead, standing at attention. Behind them, more footsteps as for the first time in her native world, I witnessed the entrance of Empress Cynthia, of the Sindara. She looked much the same as the earthly Cynthia, yet you could feel the difference. She seemed taller, more sure of herself, more ambitious. She radiated a tremendous power and energy, to the point of inspiring awe and respect, if not outright fear. Her eyes glowed with that same power. She was dressed in black, her tits accentuated by her black leotard-like top, cut low to show her cleavage. A long black skirt with gold trim wrapped around her waist and fell to the floor, while one could glimpse her legs, clad in black stockings and heels through a slit in the skirt. Her hair fell around her shoulders, and appeared a deep crimson to black in color. A black armband with gold trim adorned her right arm. The two guards bowed in deep respect as she passed, she stared at me from across the room. Her stare was cold, dark, controlling. I was overwhelmed with fear and anticipation. My heart began to race as my blood burned. I could sense her desire for me. Yet I could also sense that her desire was not attraction, and certainly it wasn't love. It was hardly even passion. It was lust, not lust for the sex, but for the power it gave her. As my heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing deepened and quickened, she ordered the guards to go and wait outside the room. Bowing in respect they left, closing the two double doors behind them. When they had gone, Cynthia ran her hand over the door, whispering words softly. I heard a click, and with a nod of satisfaction she turned to face me once more. "I am glad to see you survived the transit to our world," she said as she waved her hand around the room, "I trust the concubine I placed here has been keeping you informed." I nodded as she walked towards me, examining me as I lay there, looking down at me. "As I told you when I abducted you, you are my prisoner," she smiled, "yet you are an honored prisoner. It is my wish that you derive some pleasure from your imprisonment. Indeed, I believe that if you are able to survive what must be done, I think you might find you actually enjoy it a great deal." She sat down beside me on the bed, her energy strong now, intoxicating. "If I survive," I replied sarcastically, "you expect me to enjoy something which threatens my life, where you intend to torture me and perhaps kill me? I am not sure what I'd enjoy..." I was cut short by a slap across the face. She looked at me with a hint of anger in her eye. "Shut up boy!" she shouted. I could not help but comply as she continued, "I am more than your jailer, I am your ruler, your mistress. You do not speak to me in this way, or you WILL be tortured and killed, as you are of no use to me if you are stupid and insolent. There were others before you, as you undoubtedly know, and why I am impressed thus far, you can be replaced. You WILL address me properly, and speak to me respectfully. I have, other than that day I captured you, and this moment, spoken to you with respect and honor, and you will be respected and honored. You will address me as Empress or mistress." She grabbed my hair and forced my head backward, "do you understand?" "Yes Empress," I told her quietly, meaning every word. Her power was so palpable, so real, it could be tasted, it was impossible not to respect her. I began to speak again but she interrupted me once more with a gesture of her hand. "Do not speak my prince," she told me, "perhaps all was not made as clear as I had hoped by the concubine I assigned to you." With a gesture from her, the cuffs which held my wrists were released. I instinctively rubbed my wrists as I looked back at her; she stood up, taking a robe from the bedside and handing it to me. "Put this on and come to the window with me," she told me with a smile. "Out there, somewhere is your earth," she gestured to the billions of stars that littered the night sky. The view was beautiful. Stars sparkled in the night, giving light to a small city which sprawled out from the palace window. Beyond the city rolling hills blended into a dense forest. Beyond the forest imposing mountains stood guard. A single tower could be seen rising above the forest; no light came from its windows. "That is the tower of the gateway, it is where you entered this world and where others have entered before, and may enter again at my command," she gestured out the window, "all of this is my empire, my kingdom. You are the first male to look upon its beauty in decades, for as far as the mountains in every direction, no men live, for it is an empire of women." She whispered into my ear, leaning close, her breath hot and her sex overwhelming, "Does that not excite you, my prince?" "It is true there have been others before you," she dismissed with a gesture, "and it is true they were destroyed. Yet most were destroyed the second they came through the gate. A few survived only to slowly wither and die over their time in our land. You see something in the air, something mystical maintains our solitude from men, it protects from those who would try to conquer us." "You however, are alive," she sat back in a chair near the window and poured herself a glass of wine, "You appear healthy. The only real question is can you survive what is to come next, I do not know the answer to that question because none have made it even this far. I can tell you it is an ordeal what no Vistiran male has survived." "How many have you killed, my empress?" I asked. "I do not know," she waved her hand; "I am not an evil woman. I am ambitious, and I am powerful and I do love my power, but I am not evil. I seek to protect that which I am caretaker of. I will not let barbarian males over run the Sindara. I will not watch my daughters be raped and murdered by Denothian thugs, or Carellian pirates. So I have tried to find that which was foretold, the Ziax as it is called in our language, the savior. The one whose energy will help replenish our depleted stores." "When you first came, I cared little if you lived or died," she confessed, "my plan was to fuck you, drain you of all of your energy, and then discard you. That is how I have managed to keep us alive thus far, through sacrifice. Yet I've been watching you, and you are different, as I should have suspected when you mind fucked me that day." "So what is this ordeal I must survive?" I asked her. "Being fucked by me," she said with a slight laugh, "trust me, it is more dangerous than it sounds. I am the strongest of the Sindara, our sexual energy is unparalleled, I was born Vislani and rose through the ranks to be one of the rare members of that order who is promoted to the ruling class. My sex has meant death to many men, earthling and Thalassian, and those were all outside of this land, from which I draw my strength. When I do fuck you my prince, it will be on Sindaran soil, with many of our highest ranking looking on. Their energy will overwhelm you, my sex will overwhelm you, and it will be an experience far beyond anything you could imagine. Indeed it will be an experience that no one has ever been so honored to experience before. One of two things will happen that night, you will be our savior and survive, or you will die as our sacrifice." "But if you survive," she continued, "you will be my slave and prince at the same time. An empire of women will owe you their life, and I will see to it my prince is repaid." She was quiet for a moment as she thought. I stood unable to speak, my heart racing. I should have been afraid, but I wasn't, granted there was some fear, but I was eager for what awaited me. "Who would you most like to fuck my prince?" Ziaxan Empire Ch. 02 "Well you of course my empress," I smiled. She dismissed my answer with a wave of the hand. "No really, before you met me, if you could have fucked anyone," she corrected. "Well there is that hot little cheerleader Kari from back in high school," I suggested, "why do you ask?" "No celebrities, no one famous," she continued, I wasn't sure where she was going, but I thought for a while, there were several, but I picked the first that came to mind. "Mmmm... well Mariah Carey perhaps," I suggested. "I could get her for you," Cynthia grinned, "you could fuck her, rape her, and use her to your heart's content. Kari too for that matter, any woman you want, I can have brought here. Then there are the countless of Sindaran women, and even the Thalassian peasants if that's what you would enjoy. Some of those you might have mentioned might already be here. How do you feel about the actress you know as Nicole Kidman?" I stood there in disbelief, what was Cynthia implying. "Of course I'd like to fuck her," I told her, "I suppose you can get her too." "I don't need to," she grinned, "she's a Sindaran. She's already here. What you see on earth is merely a clone. Like me, she has the power to enter her clone's body when she wishes too. Most of those we bring across do not have such power, but they are not missed on earth because their clone lives on, ignorant of what has occurred." I shook my head in disbelief, every minute there were more surprises. "That includes your clone of course," she added. "My clone?" so I wasn't even going to be missed. I fell into the seat next to her and for the first time I finally realized that I'd most likely never see any of my friends or family again. My head in my hands I sobbed, my life was no longer my own. Sure I loved sex, but to lose everything. "Look at it this way, your clone lives on, your friends and family will not mourn you, it is better that way," she offered me a glass of wine, I drank it down greedily, "I do not regret what has happened to you. You chose it in a way; you chose to mind fuck me that day. Besides, I can tell there is a part of you that is eager for this challenge, for the power that comes with it. Prince Ziax they are calling you already, you will be worshipped by many even as you serve me." "I don't know, it's all so much Empress," I gazed around the room. "What you need is a good fuck I think," she stood and touched the armband, closing her eyes. The door to my chambers opened and the two guards entered again. I watched in disbelief as they dragged a young girl into the room. She had to be around sixteen. She wore a cheerleading uniform and she struggled against her captures. They pulled her across the room to a large oak table near the other window and bent her over it. Quickly, without any emotion, they strapped her to the table, binding her wrists and ankles, checking their strength. As they worked, Cynthia spoke, "you can't have me yet, but I think you will find this one to your liking. As the girl was strapped down I finally caught a glimpse of her face, it was Kari! "We have ways of know your desires. Not to mention, I've seen you watching this one in class quite a few times." It was indeed Kari. She looked exactly as she had when I was watching her in the halls at school, just a day earlier, or so I thought. "But... but," I stammered, "but she's fighting, she doesn't want it, it would be..." "Rape?" asked Cynthia, "this isn't Earth my prince. I am the law, and I say you can fuck her. I'd say it isn't even rape, but I think the thought of raping her actually excites you; you just don't want to admit it. Let's put it this way, there will be no punishment for raping this little slut." Cynthia went to stand next to the struggling cheerleader, she spanked her ass hard. "If anything I should punish her for refusing my prince." Kari looked around in horror, seeing me, her eyes opened wide; she recognized me and called out my name. She begged me for help. "I'm sorry Kari," I told her licking my lips, "but you are mine now. I am dying to fuck that tight pussy of yours." She looked at me in horror, once again yelling my name, begging me to let her go. Cynthia took hold of her hair and forced her head backwards, her arms being stretched against the bonds. "That is his name no longer whore," she told Kari, "his name is Ziax, the savior. You shall address him as Prince Ziax. Do you understand?" Kari must have felt the same power I felt because she nodded slowly, her face twisted in pain and fear, tears dripping down her face as she lie helpless before me and my empress. "What is his name?" Cynthia asked, pulling at Kari's hair. "Prince Ziax," Kari said through her tears, sobbing as she looked at me with fear in her eyes. My blood burned as I looked into those eyes, her fear fueling my desire. Any guilt I felt was quickly washed away with the lust that began to drive me wild. Cynthia was right, I could rape this girl and no one would ever care. There would be no punishment, no repercussions, and then tomorrow I could rape her again. Kari's fate was mine to decide, and the sudden realization of that power was intoxicating. "No..." Kari mumbled, seeing the hunger in my eyes, "please... no..." Cynthia shoved a gag into her mouth and tied it tight, Kari's face twisted with fear and pain. "Yes my prince," Cynthia smiled, "now you understand!" She beckoned me over to her, where she stood behind the helpless slut; I joined her, kissing her deeply. That same power and energy flooded over me, infusing me with more passion. I slapped Kari's ass hard, her skirt lifted up around her waist. "Rape her, as hard as you want, as rough as you can, she's nothing to us, just another toy... another slut." She gripped my pants and pulled them open, quickly her hand as inside my pants, stroking my thick shaft, I groaned loudly as Kari continued to whimper and squirm. I stroked the slut's ass as Cynthia played with my cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip. She yanked it free from the constraint of my pants, my shaft standing hard and erect as she sucked on her thumb. She 'mmmed' as she tasted the precum, "Now fuck the little slut!" I turned my attention to Kari, running my hand down along her smooth tight ass, admiring the curves of her hips and thighs. My body pressed against hers from behind, my cock rubbing against her ass, throbbing against the soft flesh of the cheerleader. She was such a tight little whore, so perfect for fucking. Her body tensed as I touched her, squirming helplessly, whimpering through her gag. I gripped her thigh with one hand as I grinded against her, my throbbing cock rubbing against her pussy, feeling's it wetness, getting harder with each moment. My organ ached to be inside the tight pussy. With my other hand I gripped her hair and pulled back hard, forcing her to strain her neck, her arms stretched against the bonds. Her painful whimpers excited me, the blood burning within my loins as I pressed the tip of my cock against her cunt. I felt Cynthia's lips on my neck, her hands stroking my shoulders as I prepared to rape Kari. I groaned loudly as the older woman's tongue stroked my neck, her power intoxicating. I could sense her arousal at the scene before her. It was as if we were linked, our minds and souls tangled together as surely as our bodies. I bit my tongue lightly to control my desire, which was overwhelming. Kari groaned and continued to whimper and cry but she was nothing to me. This was her destiny, to serve as my fuck toy. I spanked the tight ass hard as I teased her further, the tip of my cock probing her opening, but never fully penetrating. Her pussy became wet despite her protests, betraying her true desire. She would succumb to me, I knew this now. I had the power to devour her sexually, to fuck her until she was a mindless whore, living to be fucked. I spanked her again; she jumped at the stinging touch. Cynthia pressed her body against mine from behind, urging me to drive my cock into the helpless cunt, her tongue continued to lick and suck at my neck, hungry for my flesh. The energy was electric. Unable to hold back any longer I drove my cock deep into Kari's body with a single thrust. Her pussy convulsed around my invading shaft, her muffled screams intensifying the experience. Cynthia leaned hard against me, her body hot against my back as she pushed, encouraging me to drive my cock deeper. My cock writhed and pulsated within the teenager girl's body, taking on a life of its own. I groaned as I enjoyed the silky feel of her cunt around my shaft. "Damn whore, that's a nice pussy," I told her as I spanked her hard. I pulled out slowly, holding her ass tightly as my cock backed out, almost to the tip, her cunt still pulsating and twitching, driving me deeper into the lust. Then with a grunt I slammed into her again, burying the entire length of my shaft into her tight hole. My cock slammed against her cervix sending waves of pain and pleasure through her helpless body. Her muscles were tight, her body stretched taught as she struggled and screamed. Again I thrusted hard, and again she fought against me to no avail. Cynthia meanwhile was wild with pleasure as she watched the scene before her. She encouraged me to fuck her harder, showing no concern for the young girl. More than once Cynthia brought her hand down on the young slut's ass. She had torn off my shirt and gripped my chest tight as her lips and tongue caressed my back and neck. Harder I slammed into the cheerleader and harder I spanked her. Deeper with every thrust, my cock felt like it was growing inside her, it felt as though it might tear through her insides. I reached into her mind as I had Cynthia before and probed deeper... imaging my cock living within her, tearing her apart inside. Kari's mind was weak and easily raped, she screamed out as imaginary pain tore through her body, she began to shake and drool as she was raped body and soul. Cynthia groaned and let out a soft yell of surprise as she saw what was happening. Cynthia was surprised by the power I had already, and she began to cum herself as she too was pulled into the mind orgy. It was an indescribable experience, three minds, three souls a tangle of sex and power, with Kari's weak essence struggling to resist against the powerful combination of Cynthia and myself. It became clear to me that I could destroy her mind if I so chose, I could tear it apart as surely as I was tearing apart her cunt. "My prince," Cynthia moaned, "you are powerful. You could destroy her if you wish; we can find others for you to prey upon!" Cynthia's body was tense with anticipation, the sexual power was incredible. She focused her own energy, working to harness the power of the union, shaping it and storing it. "I think I want to save her, use her again and again, rape her at my leisure," I told her, Kari squirmed in fear as we spoke about her life so nonchalantly. Cynthia nodded in agreement as I continued to thrust my shaft into the whore's body. Our three bodies pressed together, fucking hard and deep. Cynthia and I raped this girl together, bringing her to the point of collapse. "OH GOD," I yelled out, "I think I am going to cum!" Kari shook in desperation at the same time as Cynthia moaned in delight. Pressing herself harder against me she shoved my cock into the helpless fuck. Yelling loudly, spanking her ass, pulling her hair and bringing her to the point of unconsciousness, I released my load. I shook and jerked as what seemed like gallons of cum gushed from my cock, filling the slut and dripping out of her pussy. She began to seize as the cum filled her, shaking violently, drool falling from her gagged mouth as she shook uncontrollably. "The power of your seed, my prince!" Cynthia exclaimed. "It has the power of life and death. Her weak body may not be able to handle it. Cynthia pulled me out of the whore and stroked my cock. Covering her hand in my cum she then lifted her hand to her mouth and licked and devoured the semen, moaning in delight. As Kari continued to shake and thrash, Cynthia's eyes rolled back in deep pleasure, as if she was getting high off my cum. I myself fell back into a large plush chair, exhausted, but satisfied. I had never imagined such pleasure before. The taste of power was drug like, and I knew I was going to be addicted to it. Kari ceased thrashing and collapsed unconscious. "Is she dead?" I asked Cynthia, who was still high from the cum. I watched her as she flexed her neck, taking a deep breath as she enjoyed the lingering pleasure. "No, just a little broken I think," Cynthia smiled, "We'll see that she is cleaned up and readied for when you might like to have her again my prince." She straightened her gown and walked to the front of the table where Kari was bound. Lifting her head she looked down at her unconscious form and nodded, "not bad for a peasant." She lowered her head back down, Kari's thick tangle of hair a hiding her features. "As for you," she smiled, "now you've had a taste of power. Maybe being my captive prince won't be so bad after all?" "No..." I thought allowed, "perhaps not." "In seven months will come the day of ritual, the Ven-D'ala," she explained, "on that day I will claim you. I will fuck you like you've never been fucked before. My unleashed energy could very well destroy you, and I will not hold back. In the meantime, we will have some fun while we prepare you for the ordeal." She smiled at me and turned to leave the room, the two guards opened the doors. They were visibly shaken, as if they were affected by the wild fucking that took place in the room just moments before. Without saying a word, they removed Kari from the table, and carried her out. The door closed, and I heard the sound of the lock clicking home, locking me within my chamber.