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The
Samur: Chapter 8, Vengeance (MF bd Fdom pain
nc viol M+F oral)
� 2010 Rhys.The.Mage Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6 || Ch. 7 || Ch. 8 || Ch. 9 || Ch. 10 || Ch. 11 || Ch. 12 || Ch. 13 (Payback is a bitch) [1] Rhys was looking forward to another evening with Iolan. But as pleasant as the diversion had been to this point, their real mission—to find the master wizard behind the trouble in Anora—was still ahead of them. It seemed that if there was evil in the Samur it was keeping itself well hidden. Rhys and the other men set to preparing dinner, but before they were done two female warriors showed up looking for Rhys. “You are to come with us.” Rhys nodded and followed them. The timing seemed odd, and Rhys was somewhat suspicious of the situation. “Dar e tode,” he said quietly. He sensed no ill will on their part, which might mean they were only following orders. So it told him nothing of what they had in store for him. He was led to yet another part of the camp that he had not been to before. He was ushered inside a tent where two different women waited. These women moved rather quickly, and before he knew it Rhys was nude and gagged. The familiar taste of shuutra filled his mouth. He did not know where he was, but these were clearly not Iolan's people. As one of the warriors held him tightly from behind, the other brought in an odd wooden bench. There were three strange things about the bench. First, there were leather manacles on the legs of the bench. Rhys suspected they were for him. On the top of the bench, about a third of the way down, there was a hole on either side near the edge. Finally, about two thirds of the way down a pair of leather stirrups hung down on either side. Rhys was made to lay on the bench, and, as expected, he was shackled with the leather manacles at the wrists and ankles. Then, to his surprise, they lashed him to the bench at the waist. By the time they finished tying him the shuutra had readied him for a warrior and he was hard and dripping. The two women left the tent. He noted they had not removed the yuru. All thoughts of a pleasant evening disappeared, however, when Rhys saw the woman who next entered the tent. He recognized her as Lorsha, the blond paired with him in the Helel contest days ago. The look on her face was anything but pleasant. She was still wearing her armor, at least from the waist up, and she was carrying a short piece of cord in one hand and a U shaped wooden object about two feet long in the other. “So, you are a wizard.” Rhys groaned and tried to relax. Whatever this amazon had in mind he wasn't in a position to do much about it. She walked over and straddled the bench. She inserted the ends of the wooden piece into the bench. There was a small hook in the center of it, and she retrieved the standard shuutra sandglass from a nearby table and hung it on the hook. She sat down on him and began sliding her pussy along the length of his cock. “And Tamaira and Iolan consort with you. Indeed we should return to the old ways. We Samur should take what is ours.” She continued to slide along his length, her distended clit stroking his cock as nicely as any finger ever had. “I wondered how I lost that contest, not so much because Tamaira should not have won, but because there is no way a man could have held out for as long with me as you did. So tonight, I am going to prove to both of us that you cheated.” Rhys did not like the way this was sounding; he had seen a punishment before, during their first encounter with Vira and again with Tamaira the very next day, and it did look like something he wanted to experience. She lifted herself up and used the short cord to lasso his cock and pull it upright so she did not have to touch him. She shifted her hips, caught the head of his cock at her entrance and withdrew the cord. She held her position there, putting both hands on the bar over his chest. “I am going to teach you a lesson you will not forget. Before time is up I will make you cum. It will hurt and you will feel nothing but that pain. You will be desperate not to cum, but you will have no choice. You will flood me and in your pain I will have my pleasure. All you have to do to prove me wrong, and spare yourself, is not cum.” She sank down on his cock and seated herself. She flexed the strong muscles of her cunt to massage his cock. Rhys felt himself rising as she stroked him with her stationery pussy, and he quickly felt that she would be able to make him cum whenever she wanted. Then she stopped. He opened his eyes and saw her staring at him. “You men are so incredibly easy for me to read. Many need their hands or mouths to sense your state, but not me. Should I demonstrate?” The wicked blond then raised and lowered herself on his cock while flexing her pussy muscles at the same time. Rhys found the feeling most delicious. She rode him effortlessly, and he found her staring at him with concentration whenever he stole a look at her. Rhys was getting close and struggled to keep any signs of it from her, but just as he was about to reach that point she stopped moving and rested her hips firmly on his. “Mmmm. You would like to thrust now, wouldn't you?” Rhys unconsciously strained at the binding on his midsection. “I can feel as certainly with my pussy as you can with your hands. I know exactly where you are.” She lifted herself up part way. “Should I tell you something more?” She made a show of looking at the hourglass, “I see I have plenty of time.” She clenched around him again, but this time she gripped him from front to back, not all around. She moved up and down very slightly, putting pressure on the fleshy ridge on the underside of his cock. “By feeling you and watching you I know exactly the things that can make you cum or stop you from cumming.” She kept up the movement for several more iterations, then stopped. Rhys was right on the edge of cumming when she stopped. “Perhaps if you beg nicely I will take pity on you and dismount before you cum.” “Mmfk ooo.” Rhys said into his gag. Lorsha laughed. “Oh no, it is I who is fucking you.” She continued to ride him slowly, using different sets of muscles to keep him fully aroused and participating in his own punishment. After many minutes she loosened her grip and and sat down on him fully. “So what would you prefer, hmm? Should I just keep you on the edge or get it over with?” Rhys could only moan as she changed tactics again and clenched her pussy around his cock. Her own hips motionless, she used her cunt like a fist and pumped him for several minutes, always avoiding just the right places and movements to push him over. Anytime Rhys stole a look at her she had a wicked grin on her face, and if he made eye contact she threw in a move to take him very close, then she relaxed it when he broke eye contact. Lorsha sat up straight and stretched her legs. She squeezed her inner thighs, contracting a different set of muscles around the base of his cock. “Mmmm. That feels nice. Only a few more minutes to go and I will make you cum.” The sand in the glass was getting very low now. Rhys was not looking forward to the finale of this event. Twice more she brought him to the edge and stopped. After the second time, without removing his cock from her pussy, she put her feet in the stirrups and lifted herself up. “And now you will learn not to cheat me.” Rhys strained and tried not to cum. The sand had almost run out, and he knew that if could last just a few minutes the shuutra would exhaust itself in a much less painful way. Had he been on his own, that might have been possible, but the blond demon impaled on his cock had other ideas. Squeezing her muscles in exactly the way she had taunted him before, she began riding him hard, her hips moving up and down to plunge his cock into her pussy over and over again. She was watching him closely, and he could see the flush rising on her skin. The thought of his pain was exciting to her. As Rhys felt his muscles start to clench against his will, she smiled and threw back her head. “Yes,” she cried out, “cum in me.” Teased beyond limits, Rhys could only moan into his gag as his pelvic muscles relaxed briefly and his orgasm was forced on him. The pain in his groin that accompanied the strong spurts of his climax was excruciating. He could think of nothing else but the pain no matter how he tried to distract himself. The ring stole the pleasure and delivered its punishment, and worst of all the shuutra made it go on forever. The blond screamed out with her own release not when she felt his seed flow into her, but when she heard his groan of agony. As he groaned his way through his orgasm his sounds of pain were pure pleasure to her. On and on she rode, impaling herself fully with every stroke. He completely flooded her pussy and his agony just drove her on and on. Finally, Rhys could take no more. Even before his cock finished delivering his spend, the pain pushed him into darkness and he passed out. Lorsha did not seem to notice when he stopped moaning, she continued to ride him until his softening cock slipped out of her. Then she stood, and wiped the sweat from her brow as all of Rhys' spend flowed out of her pussy and onto his chest. She pulled the wooden cross bar and left the tent, giving orders to her warriors to take him back. [2] When Iolan's guards went to find Rhys after the evening meal, they were not pleased at the condition they found him in. None of the men had any idea of who had taken him as they had not recognized the warriors that took him away. He was unconscious, and had been returned to a place where they readily stumbled on him. Iolan's guards took him back to her quarters and sent for Jillian. Jillian was flushed from running, and partly out of breath when she reached Iolan. She stormed past the guards who readily let her through. “What happened to Rhys? Is he alright?” Iolan, who was sitting near Rhys as he slept, did not look toward her. “Physically he appears well, but as for what happened to him, we will have to wait and ask him when he wakes.” “But you suspect something.” “Oh, most definitely. He smells of sex and has passed out. From this I would say he has been punished, and severely.” “You mean with the yuru,” Jillian said. “I wonder why.” Iolan looked back at Rhys, “I am very curious myself. All the more so because he is under my seal.” “Under your seal? Is there some reason for this?” Iolan smiled. “I will let him tell you.” Rhys groaned. Iolan patted his cheek lightly. “Rhys, you need to wake up.” His eyes fluttered open. “Uggh. Remind me never to upset your warriors again.” Jillian leaned over him. He smiled as he looked down her bodice. Then he groaned, “Ouch, it hurts even to think thoughts like that.” Jillian frowned and stood up. “He certainly seems okay.” Iolan nodded. “That is all well and good, but there is still the matter of a warrior poaching my men and punishing them without my knowledge and consent. Now, tell me, who was the woman?” Rhys shook his head. “I am quite sure I deserved it. She was right you know, I did cheat.” Iolan's eyebrows rose. “Oh? Cheat at what exactly?” “I don't know if I should tell you.” The Princess spread her legs slightly. “I can make you think about painful things.” Rhys winced. “I used magic to help Tamaira win the contest the first night we were with the Helel.” “Aha. Well, you should know that there are few rules for that contest, and use of magic is not among them.” When Rhys did not speak up, she put her hand down between her legs, “Give me the name or I will put on a show for you.” Rhys felt a twinge in his groin, decided discretion was not the better part of valor. “W. Lorsha.” “Hmm. She may have adversely affected plans decreed by the Empress, and she wrongfully punished you.” Iolan rose and pushed past Jillian. “There is something I must attend to. While I am gone you two must discuss the assistance he has been providing me.” She swept out of the tent. Jillian seated herself, a smirk on her face. “Assistance? Shall you enlighten me?” “The first time we were together she sort of used me to try and get pregnant.” “What?” “That's what I said. I was quite shocked, but when she said it the deed was already done. Apparently shuutra renders males infertile, but I didn't know that. Even more, she didn't tell me I hadn't taken it until I realized it myself.” “Uh huh. That was a few days ago.” “The Princess was under orders from her mother to conceive a child, and I was somehow the one she selected to be the father. There is nothing more to it. Do you suppose you could find me some water?” “Here.” She handed him a flask. He drank. “Thank you. Quite the mean streak in that woman.” “Lorsha?” “Oh yes. You should have seen the look on her face as she was, ah, punishing me. Sadistic. But it wasn't just what she did, it was the way she talked about it.” “What do you mean?” “She said something about how Iolan and Tamaira were consorting with wizards, and if they meant to take us back to the early times, when the Samur took what they wanted.” Jillian's jaw dropped, “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” “That's not what I mean. Vira said the same thing, do you remember?” “Oh no.” “Oh yes,” Jillian said. “What's that?” Iolan said as she entered the tent. “Iolan, I suspect that Lorsha and Vira are part of the same group.” “Why is this?” Jillian and Rhys recounted what they knew and had heard. Iolan's expression changed from mild interest to concern. “I see. Things are worse than I imagined. Jillian, take him and seek out Tamaira. I must find Lorsha.” “Won't she try to escape if she finds out you are looking for her?” “Escape is not her plan. I will face her, alone.” They watched Iolan switch from her ceremonial garb into her combat armor. She carried no shield, just a gleaming silver four foot long sword. She made to leave the tent, but stopped to address them first. “You must trust no one but my guards or Tamaira's until this is over. Is that clear?” When they nodded she added, “And if you are threatened, now would be a good time to use magic.” Iolan ducked out of the tent, leaving them with the image of her wild red hair and her deep green eyes that spoke of certain justice. [3] As Rhys and Jillian followed Iolan's personal guard to a meeting with Tamaira, Iolan proceeded directly to where she felt she would find Lorsha. Arriving on the far side of the camp, temporary home to the members of the Helel called up from the eastern provinces, Iolan made herself known. “Lorsha, in the name of the Empress, show yourself and face judgment.” From a tent somewhere nearby, Lorsha called back, “I see you do not call me W. Lorsha. Does the Royal family so easily discard our honorifics.” “Nay Lorsha, but we do reserve the right to revoke the title from rebels and transgressors until they have regained the right to use it.” Two warriors approached Iolan, swords drawn. Iolan calmly drew her long sword and held it two handed before her. “Have you no honor Lorsha? You send your warriors to fight for you?” A voice spoke behind her, but Iolan was unsurprised. “No Princess, they only keep you from fleeing your doom.” Iolan moved to block the blow she knew was coming at her back, dropped a knee and deflected Lorsha's blade harmlessly to the ground. Bringing her own blade around quickly, she deliberately aimed the flat of it where Lorsha's center should be. A completely blind attack, when Iolan saw Lorsha it was with surprise in her eyes as Iolan's sword connected in her armored midsection and knocked her to the ground. Iolan elected not to advance, but to regain her stance. She spat at Lorsha. “Not even able to face me directly. You are truly cock whipped. Tell me, between whose legs does your master swing now?” Lorsha howled and attacked with her sword, parrying Iolan's single blade and driving the Princess backward toward her two warriors. Iolan knew they still had swords drawn and wondered if they would attack her backside. Thus far this group had shown little respect for honorable combat. But before finding out the answer to that question the hard way, Iolan sensed a weakness in Lorsha's attack. Feinting a counterattack to her left, Iolan jumped hard to her right. She shifted her grip on her sword, letting it drag behind her as she landed balanced again on Lorsha's side. Leaning and kicking she connected with Lorsha's shield and sent the blond rolling. Still she did not attack. “Perhaps your whelps should assist you. Perhaps then they may learn.” Lorsha nodded to her warriors and one of them advanced as Lorsha moved to regain her feet. Iolan twirled her blade unnecessarily, taunting the women to attack. The new enemy wielded two swords and no shield, and from the looks of her, she knew how to use them. Iolan stood her ground and stilled her mind. She watched the two women prepare to attack her almost as if they were moving slowly. Holding her blade before her, she let the point dip slightly as they two women took position on her left and right, directly opposite each other. “It need not end this way,” Iolan said. “Yes,” Lorsha said, “it must.” Iolan was motionless, as were the other two, all three waiting for someone to move first. Lorsha's warrior was the first to break. As she dropped her short sword for a block and prepared a lunge with her long sword, Iolan stepped forward, spun, kicked at the short sword as she parried the long sword with her sword guard. Having trapped both weapons she brought the pommel of her sword up swiftly, connecting with and breaking the jaw of her attacker. As the woman fell back, Lorsha jumped. Long sword whistling through the air, Iolan parried the blow effortlessly, dropped her weight and swept out with a leg to knock Lorsha from her feet. Landing hard on her back, Lorsha lost her grip on her sword. Springing once again to her feet, Iolan shifted her grip on her sword one last time and stabbed under Lorsha's guard, thrusting two feet of her sword through a gap in the plates and into the blond. Lorsha gasped once, then breathed no more. Before Lorsha had quit breathing, the young woman with the broken jaw dropped her swords and knelt on the ground, her palms open and arms spread. Iolan stood over her, hardly having broken a sweat. She cast a withering gaze at the remaining warrior who stood nearby. She looked down at the kneeling woman and sheathed her sword. “You, will remain with us.” Then she turned to the standing warrior. “You will return home and tell your pathetic master that his harem is in need of training. We are coming for him.” “I, I wish to remain,” the woman said, sword dropping to the ground. Iolan turned her back to the woman. “It was not a request, and this is not a discussion. If you stay I will kill you where you stand.” Iolan strode away, noting that the woman was moving off into the night and that no others had come to help Lorsha. Perhaps all is not lost, she thought. She walked only a short distance before a familiar voice called out to her. “Three on one? Really Iolan? Did you have to show off?” I olan stopped and addressed her older sister. “They only made me look good because they were so bad. What are you doing here? I told Rhys and Jillian to go to you.” “I did not know how many you would have to face, and I was not about to let a Royal decree come to naught.” Iolan raised an eyebrow. “You knew?” Tamaira laughed. “No, but I do now. “ “Do you disagree with my actions?” “Which one? Letting the one live, letting one go or killing one?” “Any of them.” “No, and you know that.” “I suspect there is much more blood in our future.” “I am certain you are correct.” Tamaira thought a moment. “We should take Rhys and Jillian to Samarkand to meet with mother. There may be much more going on than she has told us so far.” Iolan nodded. “Mm. And the Helel should march east while we do. It is important that those responsible see our resolve.” when Tamaira nodded, she added, “But right now I need to fuck. And to work on that decree some more.” Tamaira laughed. [4] A little while later, Tamaira entered Iolan's tent to find Rhys and Jillian sitting, anxiously awaiting news. “Lorsha is dead,” she began, and added quickly, “Iolan is quite alright. She took on three of them at once and did not even break a sweat as she defeated them.” The warrior princess laughed, “My sister is no one to be trifled with in combat. Her enemies made the mistake of thinking that the Royalty of the Samur has lost its way.” She seemed to remember something. “Oh, speaking of which, you need to come with me,” she was speaking to Jillian. “Oh?” “Ah, yes, the results of combat you know. Um, Iolan will want her, ah, consort.” “I see,” Jillian said. Tamaira shrugged, then walked over to Rhys. “There is one thing I need to do, however.” She reached into Rhys' pants and pulled out his cock. “Hey!” Jillain exclaimed. “He has to be hard when she gets here. Have to keep up appearances.” And the princess took him in her mouth. Jillian briefly wondered at the lack of shuutra, but dismissed it. Jillian watched for a moment, then pulled the warrior woman off Rhys and took her place. “If there is something I can do to help Iolan and the Samur, I should do so.” Tamaira laughed as she watched Jillian suck Rhys quickly to a full erection. Rhys was just beginning to really get into it when they heard someone approaching. Jillian snorted, tucked him back into his breaches, and rose to her feet. Walking to the tent entrance she did not look back at Rhys. “Can we find some jongul to fuck?” Tamaira slapped her on the back and laughed. “What a beautiful way to spend an evening!” Rhys shook his head, and a moment later Iolan and two men strode into the tent. Iolan appeared energized and was breathing heavily. As Tamaira had said, she appeared unhurt. She had no sooner entered the tent than she shed her weapons and armor. Reaching into a bag she thrust a skin at the nearest man, a jongul Rhys knew as Hiru. The man drank, passed it to the next man, who also drank, then passed it to Rhys. Iolan snatched the skin from him and said, “My sister has already seen to him. Now strip.” The three men shed their clothes. Rhys was hard and ready to go, but the other two were just starting to rise to the occasion. The horny Princess removed the yuru from the three men and dropped to her hands and knees. “You,” she pointed to Rhys, “start fucking.” She pointed to another man. “You, sit here,” she patted a cushion in front of her. To the last man, Hiru, she said, “Be ready.” As the man sat before her, Iolan immediately inhaled his cock and began the sweet process of extracting its nectar. Rhys felt only briefly for Iolan's pussy, not wanting to give any indication of her true feelings on the subject. His object found, he thrust home into her velvety and wet channel. She gave a 'oomph' as he bottomed out, but otherwise she did not react to him. Quite uncharacteristically in fact, she remained curiously uninvolved in their fucking. While Rhys suspected she was concentrating on getting her prize from the man in her mouth, he really knew better. Just as she could defeat three warriors at once, she could handle as many men without a thought. He suspected she had something on her mind, so he sped up. Just as he did so, however, he felt a hand grab his balls and pull firmly. Message clear, he slowed down. A minute or two later the man in front of her grasped her shoulders and began to groan as the princess' talented mouth brought him to climax. He groaned continuously as Iolan milked his cock dry for almost a minute. Then, completely spent, the man remained motionless as Iolan replaced his yuru. When she was done, he rose, said, “It is an honor to serve, Princess,” and left the tent. Hiru needed no orders to take his turn in front of the Princess. She smiled at his actions. Reaching out, she held his balls in her hand. “What would you like to do?” Hiru held himself still, “I am here but to serve.” She giggled, then took him briefly in her mouth. Popping off him, she said, “Very good.” She squeezed his balls firmly, he exhaled but remained motionless. “Now, what would you like to do?” “Princess, I should very much like to fuck you,” he said. “Very well, as this one is moving slowly, you may take his place. Switch!” she said. Rhys withdrew from her pleasant pussy and exchanged pleased glances with Hiru. No sooner had he sat in front of her than she took him in her mouth. Locked onto him she did not balk as Hiru knelt behind her and aimed his cock at her swollen cunt. She wiggled her hips, he grasped them, and thrust into her quickly. Though she made no sound, Rhys felt the change in her breathing as she was driven toward a climax by the man driving mindlessly into her pussy. Rhys gathered her hair and held it loosely as she worked him over. She was clearly not trying to get him to spend, but she was just as clearly trying to get Hiru to cum. She pulled Rhys from her mouth. “Tell me what you think, and keep fucking.” She resumed sucking Rhys as Hiru continued to fuck her. “Oh, you are so wet.” he inhaled sharply, “and you grip me so tightly!” She groaned audibly, and Hiru continued to pound her. “I am going to cum!” he announced. When the Princess did nothing save squeeze his cock again, Hiru gave up worrying about feeding her—at least through her mouth. Holding her hips firmly, he banged the Princess hard and full as his orgasm hit him. Rhys felt the change in her breathing and knew she was cumming even as Hiru was flooding her. At the peak of pleasure though she was, she remained focused and did nothing to push Rhys toward his own climax. For a long time Rhys enjoyed her mouth milking him in tandem with her pussy milking Hiru. All to soon, that time was over. Hiru slowly withdrew from her sopping pussy and stood as she pulled off Rhys and replaced his yuru. She patted his cock. “You did very well.” he bowed and left the tent. Iolan looked at him, and lay on her back. She motioned him forward with one finger and he knelt between her spread thighs, her pussy dripping wet with Hiru's spend. As he took position, she grasped his cock and held it at her entrance. He let himself be prodded forward, then he slid into her. Though she had been fucking for many minutes, her pussy gripped him as tightly as a virgin. She threw her legs around him and pulled his face down to hers even as he started to fuck her. Her eyes were wild. “Breed me Anoran,” she panted as he moved in her slick channel. Rhys lay down on her chest, resting his weight on her in clear defiance of the taboo. He nipped at an earlobe and whispered, “I shall fuck you full with my child, Princess.” She groaned, held him tight, and joined him in climax moments later as he spilled himself into her. Next Chapter |