Tales of
Erogenia
Based
on the online comic created by J.E. Draft.
Episode 3: The
Chapter
8: Humiliation and
Retribution
The forced fellatio was
the hardest thing Zenaria had ever done.
She thought briefly of using her strong white teeth to do something
else to Qirlans member, but dismissed it at a comment from the
shaman. I know what
youre thinking, white-skin.
But you try anything stupid and you can watch while the princess is
mated to the stallion and then she can watch while the same thing is done
to you. I can heal any wound
you inflict, but I doubt you have the same
ability. Now open that sweet
mouth.
It was a disgusting and
humiliating ordeal as Qirlan stepped forward and shoved his thick member
between her lips. She felt lower
than the lowest slave as he gripped her hair and shoved himself into her
with a moan of pleasure.
Unconsciously she tensed her muscles against the bonds binding her
wrists and arms, but there was not the slightest
give. Qirlan worked his member
back and forth pushing it to the back of her throat and choking off her
breathing. She almost gagged,
but fought back the reflex while she fought for
breath.
She could not see Sulia,
but hoped that the princess was not watching her
degradation. Desperately she
tried to think of something else, but Quirlans grunts of pleasure as
his phallus invaded her mouth and throat, and the smell of his sweat and
semen made that almost impossible.
She could take comfort only in the fact that what she was doing was
saving Sulia from a much more brutal
fate. But even that solace was
taken away from her a few heartbeats
later.
Qirlan removed his dripping
phallus from her mouth and turned to
Sulia. That was a good
start, he grinned. Now
you finish me off.
Zenaria watched in disgust
and anger as Qirlan used Sulia to repeat his
performance. She did not protest,
but turned her face away as the shaman humiliated her
companion. Sadly, she could not
shut out the sounds of Sulias
degradation. The Urulana princess
gasped as she fought for breath and grunted as Qirlan probed her
mouth. Added to that were the
bestial sounds of the shaman as he enjoyed his
prize. It seemed like a small
lifetime before he groaned and emptied his seed into his
victim.
That was enjoyable,
Qirlan gloated. We will
do it again tomorrow. You will
soon learn your place in my new order.
Neither woman replied, but
both silently vowed vengeance as Qirlan kept his promise to untie
them. However, in spite of being
released there was no hope of exacting
retribution. Qirlan had them
sealed off from the main camp in by a thorn barrier, the outside of which
was heavily patrolled by baboons.
Seething with anger, neither woman could force down the simple food
they were given.
Zenaria spat out her water,
an act Sulia emulated as they sought to wash the taste of their defilement
from their mouths. But the taste
of Qirlans fluids was not easily washed away and remained buried in
their minds if nothing else. More
than ever, Zenaria wished she had used her teeth when she had the chance,
but knew that she was firmly in the grip of the
shaman. She could do nothing
that would risk harm to Sulia.
Qirlan could take her whenever he wished.
The night
passed. Somehow both women managed
to sleep. Curled up on the ground
they shared one anothers body heat and blessed the fact that the nights
were not too cold. The next morning
they awoke and accepted the food and water they were
given. Still burning with anger
they forced the food down, knowing that Qirlan might decide that depriving
them of food and water for the remainder of the day might serve as another
way of impressing his superiority upon
them.
Fortunately, as before the
march was a leisurely one, and in spite of the fact that they were both bound
once more neither woman had any difficulty keeping
up.
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Zenarias biggest problem
was the sun. Although by now
she was heavily tanned, she did not have the natural protection that Sulia
and Qirlan had and she could feel her skin burning as the day wore
on. By the time they stopped
for the night parts of her body were bright
red.
Qirlan noted her condition
in surprise, running his hands over her blistered
shoulders. Zenaria bit back a
scream and the shaman laughed.
It appears you require more care than an Urulanan
warrior. I cant have you
burning up on me. You and the
princess will be the jewels in my
collection. He unrolled
his medical kit and mixed up a salve.
This is normally used on small children who have not yet developed
resistance to the sun, he
explained. It should work
for you.
The salve seemed to help,
although the pain of the burns was still
intense. It did not stop Qirlan
from carrying out his promise, however.
Once again he forced both women to serve him orally, although this
time he took Sulia first, forcing Zenaria to swallow his load of
semen. And then he went one step
further.
Her wrists and arms still
bound, Zenaria was helpless as he forced her mouth open and held the waterskin
containing the shugo to her lips.
She tried to twist her head away, but he grabbed her long hair and
tilting her head back forced her mouth open through sheer
strength. Bruising her lips he
shoved the waterskin into her mouth and upended
it.
The fiery sensation of shugo
filled her mouth and sinuses. She
tried to spit it out, but Qirlan held her mouth shut, forcing her to
swallow. Then he raised the waterskin
once more and forced her to swallow twice
more. Zenarias head swam
as the powerful aphrodisiac burned its way down her throat, spreading throughout
her body and filling her loins with an overwhelming sexual
desire.
The Moon and Sun curse
you, she gasped, as sweat streamed down her
body. She was helpless as Qirlan
lifted her leopard-skin skirt, pushed her back against a large boulder, and
spread her legs. She struggled
weakly to close her legs, but Qirlan easily pried them
apart. Incredibly he had already
recovered his erection and he thrust hard into her, penetrating her slick
and willing pleasure thicket.
Zenaria cried out, both
at the savagery of the thrust and the intense waves of pleasure that spread
through her. She arched upward,
offering herself to him even though the act shamed
her. Overcome by the power of
the aphrodisiac she gave herself over to carnal desire, quivering in eagerness
and crying out again and again as Qirlan thrust into
her. As the shaman finished with
her she was still moaning from a series of powerful orgasms that left her
physically and emotionally depleted.
She could not look at
Sulia. But Qirlan did it for
her. Tomorrow, princess,
he gloated, you will be wiggling your backside under me while the whole
of your tribe watches.
Sulias dark skin was
incapable of showing pallor, but her quick breathing and the slight trembling
of her body showed her fear.
You will never succeed, she
said. I will die before
I submit to you.
Your white-skinned
companion will die first. But
not before I am through with her.
And that will take a very long time.
Sulia held her head high,
but she could not hide the tears of rage and frustration that glinted in
her dark eyes. You are
almost broken already, Qirlan
sneered. I will soon have
the princess of the Urulana grovelling at my feet.
Neither woman
replied. Shamed and demoralized,
their fate seemed inescapable. Too
angry to eat or sleep, and consumed by hatred for their captor, they waited
for morning.
Dawn came eventually, and
with it the conclusion of the march to the Urulana
village. The last part of the
march was through a heavily forested area and steadily uphill.
The
Qirlans baboon army
had now grown. Thousands of baboons
swarmed over the landscape, accompanied by several of the giant animals similar
to the one that had hurled Zenaria into the thorn
bush. She now knew that they
were called rhinos and they were accompanied by an even larger number of
the huge tusked beasts called elephants.
Zenaria realized that brave as the Urulana were it would be impossible
for them to withstand the might of Qirlans
forces.
By
It was not at all what Zenaria
had expected. She had pictured
a village something like hers with a crude wooden palisade surrounding strongly
built wooden buildings. What
she saw instead was a fortress of stone.
Three concentric circles of stone walls surrounded a complex of wood
and stone buildings. Each wall
was built of black stone and higher than the
first. There were no towers as
she had seen in the Sandakar city but the walls would be a formidable barrier
against the sort of lightly armed warriors she had encountered in this strange
land.
However, against Qirlans
bizarre army she doubted that the defenders would have much of a chance.
Walls were no defence against
creatures that could scamper up walls the or use their huge bulk to smash
through wooden gates. She could
visualize the attack; the baboons swarming up the walls, the elephants and
rhinos crashing through the gates; and the hordes of hyenas and jackals following
the huge grey beasts into the walled
city. And then there were the
massive gorillas and other large apes as well as several formidable members
of the cat family. This was not
an army that even a people as brave as the Urulana could hope to
defeat.
Qirlan stood with one hand
on his hip and the other on his staff, his legs spread
slightly. He looked every inch
a conqueror, his face showing clear contempt for the Urulana who had taken
refuge in their fortress city.
I will destroy them
utterly, he said. They
will all bow before me and watch as I violate their queen and
princess. I will exact just vengeance
for the way they treated me.
How can you say
that? Zenaria asked.
None of these people were born when you were punished for your
crimes. To them you are just
a legend.
They will see that
I am real enough when I enslave their children and force the young women
to become my concubines.
Zenarias keen eyes
could see hundreds of figures lining the walls of the fortress city, but
she doubted that they would have any chance of defending for long against
Qirlans animal horde. She
watched grimly as the attack began.
It started with the baboons
and other apes. They swarmed
toward the walls, so many of them that they looked like ants as they swept
over the neatly planted fields.
Behind them came the elephants and rhinos, heading for the main gates
and followed by thousands of jackals and hyenas ready to charge into the
city and savage the defenders as soon as the large wooden gates were brought
down.
Zenaria gave the city little
chance. It had been designed
to defend against human attackers, not an army of savage
animals. She could imagine the
horror of the attack as the hyenas and jackals, supported by the lions and
leopards, tore into the city tearing apart any living thing they
encountered. It would be sheer
butchery. She doubted that there
would be any left alive to witness Qirlans victory.
She looked at the
shaman. And noted that he was
completely focused on the attack.
Even for a shaman of Qirlans power it took immense concentration
to coordinate such a massive attack.
The thousands of animals were acting completely against their nature
and it probably took almost all of his formidable abilities to keep them
under control. Zenaria could
attest to the strength of his will.
She had already attempted to reach out to one of the leopards caught
up in Qirlans magic and found that her own limited powers were far
overshadowed by that of the shaman.
Although she could touch the leopards mind there was no response
to her silent plea; only a sense of confusion and bloodthirsty
rage.
The bestial army swept through
the neatly plants fields and fruits trees, and past the herds of cattle,
which fled in panic before them.
They pushed through and over the stone fencing surrounding the walls
and then onto the walls.
Sulia cried out in dismay
and Zenaria held their breath.
Nothing could survive such an
assault. But just yards from
reaching the walls the unexpected
occurred. Hundreds of fiery missiles
arced into the air and fell among the charging beasts; and then hundreds
more. The surprise assault threw
Qirlans army into complete
disarray. Many animals broke
and ran while others milled in confusion.
A few others continued only to be met by hundreds more flaming
projectiles.
From beside her Zenaria
heard Sulia gasp in surprise and horror.
They throw away their
weapons.
It was anathema for the
Urulana to use their spears as missile
weapons. It left a warrior
defenceless and so they were always held back for hand to hand
combat. The throwing of a spear
was regarded as an act of cowardice as it usually meant that the warrior
was going to flee the enemy. But
Zenaria realized in a sudden flash what had really
happened. Those are not
spears, she said.
Her assumption proved correct
a few heartbeats later when bundles of burning thorns were hurled from the
walls. Shaped into large spheres,
the flaming thorns rolled toward the remnants of Qirlans beast army,
scattering what was left. The
animals broke, some howling in terror, others trumpeting and grunting in
fear as they fled from their age-old
enemy.
Qirlan screamed in rage
and shook his staff as his army was
routed. His concentration broken,
he could do nothing as his dreams of conquest
evaporated. Clearly he had not
expected the defence that the Urulana had
prepared.
Zenaria seized her
chance.
Sister,
come to me! Her thoughts
went out and found the leopard she had contacted
before. The beast was close to
panic. Frightened by the fires
that had been hurled her way and by the stampeding of the other animals;
she did not come willingly.
Come,
sister. Help me,
Zenaria
persisted. The task was far from
easy as the leopards main goal was to get as far away as possible from
this place of terror. But she
had one thing that helped her.
Leopards were not good at long range running and this one was already
close to its limit. Exhaustion
forced it to slow and Zenarias mental plea began to register.
Once again she received
the leopards curt reply.
I
come.
Zenarias attention
returned to Qirlan. How
could this have happened? he raged.
He turned to Sulia.
You will not escape. I
will parade you before the walls and lure the defenders from the
city. I will yet have
victory.
He turned back reasserting
his will, and Zenaria felt her hold on the leopard almost torn
away. What saved her was the
fact that the shaman was oblivious to her connection to the
leopard. Concentrating harder
than she had ever concentrated before, she focused her will calling the leopard
to her. Somehow she won and the
leopard remained hers, even as the thousands of animals fleeing the fire
of the Urulana stopped their headlong flight and returned to his
control.
It was an impressive display
of power, but one animal escaped his
control. Unnoticed a single leopard
threaded its way across through the fields toward the ridge where Qirlan
and his two captives waited.
Zenaria now recognized that the leopard was the same animal that had
come to her rescue when she and the Urulana warriors had been captured by
the slavers. It possibly accounted
for her ability to establish a rapport with the
animal. She now knew the
leopards name.
The familiar savage images
clouded her mind. The leopard
was not moving fast, but it was coming steadily nearer even as Qirlan ordered
his captives forward.
Move, he commanded.
Let us see what happens when the cowards see their princess
ravished while they hide behind their walls.
Sulia stepped forward, her
features reflecting her fear. It
seemed that nothing anyone could do would save her from her fate, but Zenaria
could sense
Qirlan moved behind them,
safe behind his baboon and gorilla guard.
They were now almost within a spear cast of the wall and Qirlan
halted. Zenaria sent out her
message, but nothing happened. She
could sense the nearness of the leopard, but this close to the shaman she
could no longer reach
The shaman turned to the
walls. His voice magically amplified
she shouted to the city.
I am Qirlan. I have
your princess. Defend her if
you dare.
From inside the fortress
a roar went up as thousands of Urulana shouted their
anger. Qirlans ruse appeared
to be working and it became even more certain as he turned and forced Sulia
back against the trunk of a tree.
Nude except for her jewellery, she fought Qirlan as he spread her
legs, but there was nothing she could do to stop
him. In the fields around the
fortress thousands of beasts waited for the gates to open while Zenaria
frantically sought
Sweat poured from
Zenarias skin and her body trembled as she fought to overcome the power
of Qirlans magic. But there
was not the faintest trace of the
leopard. Once again the animal
had fallen under the shamans spell and Zenaria had not the strength
to match him.
In desperation she struggled
toward him, frantic to find some way to stop
him. She was still tightly bound
and her ankles were tethered, rendering her almost
helpless. But she could still
walk. Qirlan had his back to
her as he pinned Sulia against the tree.
He lifted and spread her legs, his hands under her
thighs. The princess was fighting
to preserve her honour, her eyes wide, he body trembling in fear and
exertion. Zenaria lurched forward,
pushing her way past several snarling
baboons. The giant gorilla, Saugh
stood just yards from the shaman and growled menacingly, but Zenaria did
not stop. At the last second,
she pitched herself forward and slammed all of her one hundred and sixty
pounds into the back of Qirlans legs.
With a shout of surprise,
the shaman fell, landing on top of
Zenaria. He rolled away from
her, avoiding her weak attempt to tangle him in her legs, and got to his
feet, his eyes blazing with anger.
White-skinned bitch, he raged, I will feed you to
the hyenas when I am finished with you.
Zenaria could only lie on
her back and stare up at him, but suddenly there was a signal in her
mind.
I
cone, sister.
There was a savage scream
as a black and gold shape hurled itself past Qirlans
guards. At the last instant Qirlan
saw the attack coming and threw up his arms, but the leopard smashed him
to the ground, her claws raking his
chest. He screamed in pain and
then
Sulia and Zenaria huddled
on the ground, helpless to defend themselves, but guarded by the snarling
leopard. Fortunately, there was
no reprisal from the animals that had served as Qirlans
guard. Instead they either turned
on one another or fled. Within
seconds the area around the two helpless women became a battleground as hyenas
and jackals went after baboons and lions.
It was a brief
battle. Even with their huge
numbers neither hyenas nor baboons could match a male lion in sheer
strength. Within a few heartbeats
they were all fleeing, leaving the battleground to the big
cats. That left only Sulia and
Zenaria and their lone leopard guard, but
A sudden shout changed that;
a shout from a very familiar voice.
Zenaria!
Friends,
Zenaria
sent.
Go now, sister.
Embarrassed at her helplessness,
Zenaria managed to untangle herself from Varden and get to her
feet. It was not all that comfortable
in any case being clasped to Vardens armoured
torso. By this time Sulia was
also standing and surrounded by a crowd of warriors, many of whom Zenaria
recognized as being members of her Companion Guard.
Everyone was speaking at
once and Zenaria stood quietly waiting for things to sort themselves
out. Finally at a word from Sulia
everyone fell silent.
Come, the princess said, taking Zenarias
arm. Luruana
awaits.
In spite of her brave show,
Zenaria could hardly stand. The
battle with Qirlan to call
As they moved Kindra ran
alongside chatting like a magpie.
She was full of praise both for Zenarias virtues as well as
those of Varden. It turned out
that the Kivalian knight was responsible for a good deal of the surprise
defences against Qirlans assault.
It made sense that Varden would be somewhat acquainted with siege
warfare considering his background, but the knight was rather
apologetic.
The defence was the
best I could do with such short notice.
I had only three days to prepare.
Had I more time I would have had a bit more than just a few burning
spears and flaming bushes. And
it would have been even better had the Urulana been more inclined to use
bows. However, what I managed
worked well enough. It was more
than fortunate, however, that you found a way to overcome the evil of the
sorcerer.
The Shining One hides
the truth, Kindra said.
Had it not been for him we would have been overcome in the first
assault.
It was nothing that
someone else could not have worked out, Varden
replied. It is common knowledge
that all animals fear fire.
Varden had removed his helmet
and Zenaria could see that the knight was a little uncomfortable with
Kindras praise, but the young warrior was not to be put
off.
The Shining One
neglects to mention that it was his gilded tongue that convinced our queen
to let him arrange the defence.
Varden shrugged, a movement
largely hidden by his armour, but Zenaria knew him well enough to see
it. Had it not been for
Kindra I would have made no progress.
She was able to convince her father to intercede on my
behalf.
My father is the High
Shaman of the Urulana, Kindra said
proudly. He was mot impressed
by the Shining Ones power to heal.
Zenaria sensed that there
was more that what Kindra and Varden were telling her, but she was suddenly
too tired to focus properly on their
words. Even as she struggled
to remain conscious she felt her psychic and physical fatigue overwhelm
her. In spite of her best efforts
she felt her world slipping away and sleep took her to its more than welcome
embrace.
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