The Dark Knight

by Angela Knight

  Charmar, one of Kaska's comrades in arms, was slowly driving a double headed dildo in and out of the woman's anus and pussy. I noticed that her buttocks were stripped, as though Charmar had just finished caning her. Yet she was moaning in shamed pleasure, writhing helplessly in the grip of an approaching orgasm.

  Looking up, Charmar saw Kaska walking toward the alter with me slung over his shoulder. To my embarrassment, he grinned. "I see you finally took the little warrior. And wonder of wonders, neither of you have lost a limb in the process."

  Kaska laughed, his broad chest vibrating. "She was so furious at my deception she didn't fight with her usual skill." He sobered. "The Dark One was with me. I was afraid she'd force me to hurt her."

  "Good fortune indeed. I'll admit I didn't see how you'd ever capture the little hellcat in one piece." He drove the dildo deep, and his victim gasped out a strangled cry. "That's it, my captive. Come on the Dark One's cocks."

  She screamed and climaxed, her eyes squeezed shut, her face contorted.

  "Finally," Charmar muttered. He pulled his knife and cut her free, leaving the double dildo in place. Dragging it out at last, he pulled her to her feet, then guided her over to kneel at the statue's feet.

  She looked dazed, well-fucked indeed. "Say the words as I've taught them, little prisoner."

  Swaying, the naked redhead licked her lips and looked up at the Dark One's idol. "Your Dark Warrior, Charmar, has taken me captive, but it was my own torment and pleasure that made me his slave. With my every moan and scream, I will thank you for giving me to such a master."

  Charmar grinned up at the idol. "My gratitude for your lush gift, Dark One. I hope my sacrifice of her gave you as much pleasure as it gave me." Catching his captive's head by the hair, he pushed it into the idol's stone groin. "Show him your submission now, Amria."

  Obediently, the girl opened her mouth and sucked first one, then the other of the thick marble cocks. Then Charmar pulled her to her feet. "Come, slave. It's time to get your backhole split." Picking her up, he swung her over his shoulder and rolled his eyes at Kaska. "I vow I'm hard as the Dark One's marble rods. She rolled her rump most delightfully under her flogging." He grinned suddenly, eyeing my butt. "Yet still I find myself envying you."

  Kaska laughed. "Go ream your slave, Charmar. I'll take care of mine."

  He didn't even wait for Charmar to leave the room before he lowered me to the cock-shaped altar, cut my bonds, and started tying me spread eagle to the rings that hung from its side. Dry-mouthed, I offered no resistance at all.

  Once I was securely lashed, he went to work on my leathers, cutting away my breastband and loincloth until I lay naked. The air was cold on my nipples, and I shivered. The Dark One's idol stared down at me, its carved features wearing an expression of lustful enjoyment.

  The look on Kaska's face matched it. "My gratitude, Dark One," he said softly. "At first I didn't understand why you'd send me such a prize, then make it impossible for me to take her for so long. Yet the pleasure of this moment would have been so much less had I enjoyed her a year ago, and I would never have known the courage that lies under these ripe breasts."

  He licked his lips, staring fixedly at them. "And such breasts. Long pink nipples begging for a man's teeth, tilting and saucy as they ride her white mounds. Below them, the sable silk of her pussy hides her creamy rose lips, just as the tight, round curve of her muscled ass guards that virgin bung. Long fighter's legs, and strong slim arms, big dark eyes that shimmer so brightly with her passions. Soft pink mouth designed to suck a man's cock, sable hair swirling to her waist. Surely you have never gifted a warrior with a slave so lovely ... or so tempting."

  His blue eyes narrowed. "Tonight I'll thank you properly for your gift, Dark One."

  Breathing hard, I watched as he stripped his leather tunic from his muscled torso, then untied a large pouch from his belt. From it he drew a familiar length of wood, topped with three strands of braided silk, each no more than three feet long. I blinked, recognizing it.

  He'd made the thing a couple of weeks ago, whittling the butt and braiding the silk as he sat in our tent. I'd asked him what it was, and he'd told me it was a ritual tool. He'd made several such items, as I recalled. Uneasily, I wondered if he intended to use them all on me.

  Then Kaska unlaced the flap of his breeches. His rigid cock sprang free. I felt a burst of heat. Was he going to take me now?

  Instead he took up a place by my shoulders and lifted the carved wooden butt. "It's time to dance for the Dark One, Matia," he said softly, in a voice like brown velvet.

  He snapped his wrist. The braided cords swished down, curled around one stiff pink nipple in a stinging bite. With a gasp, I arched my back. A second snap, this one hitting the other hard point. "Kaska!" I cried, writhing.

  "That's it," he purred. "That's a dance to make even a god hunger."

  With that he began to torment me in earnest, cracking the light little whip at each breast in turn, painting fire over my skin. The lashes were so thin and delicate they didn't cut me, but the sting was ferocious, and I twisted and gasped under it. All the while, Kaska watched, his cock hard and purple, bouncing with every snap of his arm.

  Suddenly I became aware of the idol's stone face looking down at me. Its black eyes were no longer empty, but burning red. As my stiff, pointed nipples swelled under Kaska's whip, I thought I could sense a presence there, something powerful and dark and alien. And very, very male.

  Kaska paused to admire my breasts with a conqueror's satisfaction. "You know, the night I worked on this whip, you were wearing that loose cotton tunic of yours, sitting between me and the fire, kneeling as you polished out a spot of rust on your armor. The firelight silhouetted your tits, and they bounced as you worked. I braided the lash and imagined the way they'd jiggle when I whipped your nipples."

  Then, lips curving into a lustful grin, Kaska proceeded to make them jiggle indeed with a series of skillful snaps that took my breath away. Only my warrior's disciplines kept me from screaming as he tortured the pointed red peaks.

  At last he tossed down his whip and moved to stand between my thighs. Before I knew what he was about, he lowered his head and thrust his face against my mound. I jerked. A hot, wet tongue pushed between my lips, stroked the tender flesh. Then, as my nipples stung from his skillful torment, Kaska began to suck and nibble my sex with a skill that was even greater.

  And while he licked so delicately at my clit, his big, rough hands stroked my thighs, my belly, my hips. Finally they found my aching breasts and soothed them with gentle caresses. In moments I was writhing again, but with delirious pleasure, pleasure so great that even the burn of my abused nipples was nothing but a luscious counterpoint.

  It seemed the idol's eyes were glowing even brighter.

  Kaska gently inserted a big finger into my cunt. It slid easily inside, slipping through the hot cream of my arousal. Twisting his hand, he began to screw in and out with a penetration that kicked my delight even higher.

  Then he slid in a second finger -- but this one went up my ass. Slowly, thick and burning. I arched my back and screamed with the first waves of orgasm. Sensing surrender, Kaska caught my clit in his mouth and began to suck hard, simultaneously thrusting his fingers in and out. I convulsed. Lifting his head, he locked his eyes with mine and jammed deep and hard inside me, holding his fingers there as I shook and screamed.

  In the aftermath, I was barely aware of being untied, lifted, turned bottom upward, and retied. This time the whip Kaska pulled from his pouch was much heavier, and his target was my helpless rump. The first hard blow bit even through my languid pleasure, and I howled in shock.

  Yet my sword brother showed me no mercy. Again and again he struck, painting first one cheek and then the other with molten stripes.

  Still, even in the chains Kaska forged for me, I remained a warrior. I knew pain, knew how to embrace it, how to ignore it or use it as I pleased. And so I turned the tables on my sword brother to inflict my ow
n kind of torment even as he flogged my burning ass. Deliberately, I slowed the instinctive plunge of my hips, turning it into a seductive roll that kept time with his lash.

  Kaska had said he loved my rump, and I made sure he had a good look, lifting it high, flexing my thighs, knowing the pose would reveal my sex. I heard him growl in lechery. Slowly, I lowered my pelvis, though the whip stung my skin like a wasp, over and over, as if to spur me on.

  Deliberately, I began to grind up and down, side to side, feeling the tip of the lash strike faster and faster, as though I was driving him into a frenzy of lust. I shuddered with pleasure, imagining what he was thinking, imagining his hunger.

  *A fitting sacrifice indeed.*

  I blinked, breaking rhythm, as the dark male voice rolled through my mind.

  *In all the years since my race came to your world, I have never seen a captive embrace her fate with such eager heat. Nor have I fed so well on a sacrifice.*

  It was the god.

  You might have, I thought, a little dazed, had any other captive had such a captor as Kaska.

  *An unusual warrior,* the dark one agreed. *I find myself admiring his self-control. See how you tempt him ...*

  Suddenly I saw a gloriously naked woman lying belly-down before me, straddling the Dark-One's cock-shaped altar. With a sense of shock, I realized it was myself. I could see my own ass, spread by my posture to reveal my cuntlips, visibly wet with my lust. My backhole looked impossibly small and pink, tightly puckered.

  In his mind, Kaska was imagining watching that hole slowly dilate as he drove his cock into it -- the way the strong muscles would fight him at first, then yield slowly as he worked his way deeper. He could almost hear my gasps ...

  I could see the memory of other lush prisoners, lying bound and helpless in a variety of positions as he fucked them, celebrating his victories in their virgin bungs.

  And I realized suddenly that to Kaska there was no pleasure like chasing down and capturing some lovely maid, binding her tight and well, then savoring each slow, grinding thrust into her anus while he brought her to reluctant orgasm.

  Yet never before had he felt such hunger, such violence. Kaska wanted to ram my backhole, fuck it hard and mercilessly while he listened to my helpless cries of pain and desire. He'd fantasized about raping me for months, even as his warmer feelings grew. Now his mind was such a confused tumble of lust and love, he was afraid he'd hurt me in truth. I could feel the whip vibrating in his hand as he fought his darker impulses.

  "Do it, Kaska," I cried. "Take your pleasure ...."

  His control didn't so much break as explode. An instant later I felt the whip crack hard against my anus, and I yelped in true pain. Twice more he struck me there, then again and again and ...

  And I heard the whip hit the opposite wall with a clatter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stride to his pouch and pull out the double-shafted cock that symbolized the dark god's. He smeared it with butter, turned -- and drove it into both my orifices like a twin- blade knife.

  It should have hurt, but such was the lust he'd built in me that the shafts slid in smoothly under his strength. At the same time, he sought my clit with the thumb of his free hand and circled it as he ground the double dildo in and out. I whimpered as the brutal pleasure roared through me.

  "Enjoy her cunt and backhole, Dark One," he growled. "I promise you, I will."

  Both shafts began stroking, sliding faster and faster in and out of my holes as my clit flamed. The dildo in my cunt was delicious, but though I knew the cock in my bung was much shorter and thinner than Kaska's, it still felt huge, overwhelming, a brutal, tunneling presence.

  "The one in my ass," I moaned, my thighs constricting with the first waves of orgasm, "it feels like a broadsword ...."

  "Good," Kaska said. "You need the stretching -- because you're going to get something a lot larger than this." And he rammed it in.

  I came.

  Dimly I heard the god say, his rumbling mind-voice amused, *I think it's time to lubricate you for your new master ....*

  Deep in my ass, the shaft representing the god's cock began to spurt gush after gush of thick oil. A lecherous miracle; the dildo was solid wood.

  I was scarcely aware of being untied, lifted, and deposited on my knees before the Dark One's idol. "Say the words, Matia," Kaska rasped, as though fighting for control.

  I blinked hard and tried to remember what Charmar's slave had said. "Dark One," I began, and had to stop to clear my throat when my voice cracked. "Dark one, your warrior Kaska has defeated me in battle, bound me, and sacrificed me on your black altar..." Those weren't exactly her words, but I didn't care. "But it's my own lust for him that has made me his slave. With my every cry of submission and delight and anguish, I will thank you for sending me to defeat at his hands."

  "Dark One," Kaska said hoarsely, "I do not know what I have done to deserve such a slave, but my thanks for guiding me to her. And thank you as well, for making her rage so hot that I was able to defeat her without hurting her."

  Suddenly I realized that his thanks may have been justified. My eyes widened.

  The god, of course, read my thoughts. *He still would have defeated you, but he would have had to injure you badly to do it. And I wouldn't have enjoyed this luscious sacrifice for weeks.*

  Shaking my head, I bent forward without being told and took the idol's smaller cock in my mouth. Rolling my tongue around it, I sucked the cold marble as though it were hot flesh, caressing the thicker cock below it the while. Then I drew back and lowered my head for the second flesh blade, having to tilt my head a bit to accommodate it, and took it as deep as I could. Finally I sat back.

  "I hope you suck my cock that well, slave," Kaska growled, just before he reached down and jerked me to my feet. He swung me onto a broad, hard shoulder and turned toward one of the doors off to the side. "My thanks, Dark One!"

  For a moment I could only lie limp, watching the gleaming, sweat-slicked muscles work in his back as he carried me. My rump burned ferociously from his whip; I would be sore tomorrow. Probably from injuries I did not yet have.

  "By the Dark One's Double Cock," Kaska grumbled. "You aren't the first captive I've spread across his altar, but never have I had so much difficulty controlling myself. It was all I could do not to ram right up your little backhole after that flogging."

  I smiled. "I know."

  "Gloat now, slave," he said, giving me a stinging slap on my well-whipped rump. "You'll sing a different tune when you feel my big shaft splitting your virgin pucker."

  "Where are we going ... master?" I gave the last word a certain mocking servility.

  "Why, the Fuck Chambers ... slave."

  A moment later I realized what he meant as he carried me into a long hallway lined with closed doors. Even through the thick wood, I could hear gasps and cries of pleasure and surrender and pain.

  "The Dark One's Warriors are busy this night," I muttered.

  "The rewards of conquest." There was laughter in his voice. "Speaking of which..." A door banged open under his kick.

  Kaska carried me to a strange platform in the center of the room. On it was a wooden bench set before a small idol of the Dark One.

  He put me down and told me to kneel on the a padded projection that ran between the bench legs, then urged my thighs apart and circled each of them with a tough leather cuff. My hands he roped behind my back. Then he bent me over so I was draped across the bench's padded seat. Barely long enough to support my hips and lower torso, the bench was inclined so that my rump was lifted higher than my head.

  I suddenly noticed two thin chains hanging from a pair of rings in the idol's hands. Each chain was no thicker than a lady's necklace, and ended with a narrow metal wire looped in a circle.

  Kaska picked up the loops and caught my nipples in them, pulling the metal circlets tight enough to bite. The chains were so short they pulled my stiff points out from my breasts, exerting a pressure just brushing pain. I didn't dare struggl
e; I knew the chains would jerk my breasts brutally. I was completely immobilized.

  Ready to have my backhole violated by Kaska's big cock.

  Turning my head, I watched warily as he stood back and began to strip away his leathers. Even in my nervousness, I couldn't help but admire his burnished masculinity -- the broad, sculpted muscle of his chest, pelted in curling dark hair, the bulging strength of his arms, the long powerful legs -- and his cock, a thick, purpled truncheon of flesh visibly throbbing with his heartbeat. His balls were drawn up tight to his shaft, swollen with the seed he was so hungry to pump into me.

  And his eyes ... I didn't need his god to tell me what he was thinking. I'd never had a man look at me like that, with blue eyes flaming with such unrepentant lust and anticipation. The bones of his face stood sharply etched under his brown skin, as though with starvation.

  And I was the only meal that could sate him.

  I was glad for the bench. Without it, my strength-less knees would have dumped me in the floor.

  "Are you afraid of me, Matia?" he asked softly.

  "Yes." It was something I'd never admitted to a man in all my life.

  He smiled.

  Slowly, Kaska moved toward me. I jerked in my bonds, wincing a little at the resulting yank to my nipples. He stretched out a big, dark hand, brushed his fingers down the sensitive small of my back. I shuddered, my mouth dry as sun-burnt leather.

  "Luscious Matia," he whispered. "Do you know how hard I'm fighting to keep from ramming up your ass?"

  I nodded, unable to speak.

  His rough fingertips drifted down to my bottom, then ghosted down the sensitive cleavage, not pushing between, just teasing. They traveled lower until they slipped between my trembling thighs. Dipped between my lower lips, gently sampling.

  "You're wet, Matia," Kaska said. "And you're shaking. Are you remembering that little blonde spy I fucked for you?"

  "Yes," I croaked.