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Episode
II Return of the Dragon
Melissa was
exhausted. If it was Norics
plan to walk her to death then he was well on his way to
succeeding. Actually, run her
to death would have been more accurate.
He and his female entourage had moved their horses along at a brisk
trot, forcing her to run to keep from being
dragged. She knew what her captors
were trying to do, but she was forced to
cooperate. Being dragged behind
a horse was something she did not want to
experience.
Riding behind them was a Sea Warrior escort
of several dozen men. They kept
their distance, however, almost as if they seemed afraid to be too near Noric
and the strange women that accompanied
him. Melissa could certainly
understand their feelings. Just
looking at the women made her uneasy.
From behind they seemed almost normal, but whenever one of them turned
to look at her it sent a cold shiver down her
spine. There was something about
lifeless about their bizarre, dark eyes, almost as if she was being watched
by the undead.
To her relief Noric suddenly reined
in. Turning his horse he looked
down at his panting captive. During
her run Melissas shirt had opened even further, revealing the more
of her bosom. Only the silken
bindings about her breasts afforded her any
privacy. Norics eyes narrowed
as he gazed at her and she knew that he had seen the dragon
tattoo.
He rode
closer. Secrets and more
secrets, Noric murmured as he looked down at
her. There seems to be
a great deal I need to learn about
you.
The five harpy-like females closed in about
her. May we have her now,
master? asked the woman Noric had called
Doria.
Soon, Noric
answered. First we need
a suitable place for the
initiation. He looked toward
the top of a wooded hill.
Let us try there.
He spurred his horse into motion, jerking Melissa
forward. Gamely she trotted along
behind him, trying to avoid obstacles as best she
could. Halfway up the hill they
encountered a small brook that emptied into a shallow
pool. Noric halted once
again.
This is opportune, he
said. Prepare her for the
ritual. I will see what waits
at the top of the hill. Tell
the escort to camp on the lower slopes.
As you wish, master, Doria
replied. But the look on her
face indicated that it was her wish also.
The five women dismounted and moved toward
Melissa like jackals closing in on
carrion. She thought about opposing
them, but one look at Doria removed that idea from her
mind. The woman was smiling at
her clearly daring her to do something.
Melissa remembered the blinding pain when she had been
captured. Had it come from Noric
or one of the women? There was
only one way to find out and she had no wish to experience such pain again,
especially not in her exhausted
condition.
The women closed about her and began to strip
off her clothing. They did not
comment as Melissas body was
revealed. Apparently the dragon
tattoo was of no significance to any of
them. The rest of her anatomy,
however, was another matter.
Pretty, one of the other women
muttered.
Doria hissed at her, quite
literally. She opened her mouth
wide, revealing a serpent-like tongue.
She is not yours, Talitha.
She belongs to me.
Talitha stared back at
Doria. Melissa could not help
noticing how similar the women were.
All five of them had blue-black hair, chalk-white skin, and flat black
eyes. It was almost as if all
of them had undergone some sort of magical transformation that had stripped
them of their individual characteristics.
Talitha
spoke. The master did not
give her to you. She is as much
mine as she is yours.
I am the elder, Doria replied,
her voice dripping with venom.
The master chose me first.
You will do as I say.
Talitha went into a crouch, her clawed hands
flexing. Melissa watched, holding
her breath. If a fight broke
out between the two harpies it might enable her to
escape. Those hopes were dashed
a few seconds later. A third
girl spoke up. She appeared to
be the youngest, although her appearance was so similar to the others four
women as to be almost indistinguishable at first
glance. The master told
us to prepare her. We will be
punished if we do not.
Her comment ended the
confrontation. The master
will decide, said Doria.
He will give her to me, you will see.
Talitha snorted, but made no further
comment. Instead she joined the
others in removing Melissas clothing.
They were none to careful about how they did
it. Ties and laces seemed to
mean nothing to them. Using their
knife-like claws they cut away her clothing, taking time only to pull off
her boots. Naked she was then
forced toward the pool. The water
was chill, but Melissa did not flinch.
She had endured much worse during her lifetime and after her grueling
trek under the hot sun, the water was a welcome
relief.
Roughly, the five women bathed
her. They did not have anything
in the way of soap, but they broke leafy branches from the surrounding bushes
and scrubbed her skin until it was almost
raw. Then from somewhere, Doria
produced a comb and dragged it through Melissas flaming
tresses. Finally, satisfied that
she was now presentable they hauled her from the pool and without bothering
to allow her to replace any of her clothing, escorted her up the
hill. This time they did not
bother to bind her. Instead they
formed an escort of two women on each side and one
behind.
Melissa took a slow, deep breath, forcing
herself to relax. She was unfettered
and Noric was nowhere in sight. It
was time to escape.
A low laugh sounded from behind
her. Dorias voice hissed
like that of a snake. Go
ahead, Red Dragon. It would be
my pleasure to punish you for your
indiscretion. There was
a slight crackle of energy as the woman finished
speaking. Melissa chanced a quick
glance and saw Doria nonchalantly tossing a ball of blue energy from hand
to hand. The other women joined
in the laughter. Melissas
heart sank. She was the prisoner
of creatures possessed of supernatural
powers. There was no
escape. With mounting trepidation
she continued her march toward the top of the wooded
hill.
The trees thinned out as Melissa and her
honour guard reached the top.
Here there were just a few large trees and a circle of boulders that
formed a natural amphitheatre.
Noric stood in the centre of the clearing, his arms folded watching
as the procession moved toward him.
His eyes widened slightly as he took in Melissas nude
body.
Exquisite, he
said. You shall be perfect
as my first disciple.
Doria spoke, her voice tinged with
anger. But I was your first
acolyte. Why would you choose
her to supplant me?
Noric turned in Dorias direction, his
dark eyes flashing. He said nothing,
but merely stood looking at her.
The woman wilted under his stare.
Falling to her knees she bowed her head to the
ground. Forgive me,
master. I forgot
myself.
And for that you must be punished,
Noric said. He raised his hand
and a flash of fire wreathed Dorias
body. The woman screamed horribly
and writhed on the ground her voice incoherent with
pain. Noric let her shriek for
a full minute, his face impassive and then he closed his
hand. The fire stopped and to
Melissas amazement Doria emerged
unscathed.
Now, Noric
said. To regain my favour
you will aid in my preparations.
Take our initiate and bind her to that
tree. The rest of you gather
wood. We need a fire as our newest
sister must first be purified.
Doria got to her
feet. All of the womans
former arrogance was gone.
Completely chastened she took Melissas arm and began to pull
her toward the tree Noric had indicated.
It was an ancient oak. Some
time in the distant past it had been blasted by lighting, leaving a shattered
trunk and a few broken branches.
Melissa resisted slightly as Doria led her
toward the tree, but she did not attempt to
escape. Norics message
in his treatment of Doria had been clear
enough. To resist meant severe
punishment and in spite of the fact that the flames that had wreathed
Dorias body seemed to have caused her no permanent harm, there was
no guarantee that they would have the same effect on
her. Still, she felt incredibly
helpless. To offer no resistance
went completely against her nature, but common sense dictated that resistance
in the face of overwhelming strength would not only be futile, but
dangerous. Feeling like an utter
coward she followed in Dorias
steps.
No, she thought, I will
not go. She dug in her
heels and at the same time twisted her arm free from Dorias
grasp. That was as far as she
got. A thousand needles seemed
to stab into her body, creating such excruciating agony that she was unable
to scream. She simply froze,
her body contorted in agony.
Dorias low laugh sounded close to
her. The pain was so intense
that Melissa could not even see.
Blinded she felt herself being pulled forward
again. This time she did not
resist, allowing Doria to lead her to the
tree.
You are strong but foolish, came
Norics voice. But
you will learn to obey. Soon
you will be mine in every way possible.
The pain ebbed and Melissa could breath
again. She found that while she
had suffered Doria had bound her to the shattered
oak. Her body was now stretched
in the shape of a cross with her arms drawn out to the sides and slightly
upward where her wrists were bound to a branch on either
side. Her legs were spread also,
the ropes binding her ankles drawn tight about the trunk, pulling her thighs
apart. For Melissa the position
was all too familiar and emphasized her total
subjugation. Noric had her and
could do anything he wanted with her.
By this time the other four women had returned
carrying bundles of firewood. Noric
sent them away for more and sent Doria after
them. Melissa got the impression
that this was part of Dorias punishment and the expression on the
womans face seemed to confirm this.
All in all the women were
required to bring back five bundles of firewood before Noric was
satisfied. It was all piled a
few body lengths in front of Melissa and then Noric
waited.
What do you want with me? Melissa
asked. Why have you simply
not killed me?
Noric moved closer to
her. Does one destroy a
diamond because its setting is
displeasing? No, one simply changes
the setting, thus making the gem
acceptable. You, Red Dragon,
are a rare gem and soon you will be mine.
You mean you will turn me into a mindless
creature like Doria and the others?
Noric
chuckled. Like Doria and
the others? I said you were a
rare gem. These others are like
pieces of cheap glass. You will
be far more than they could ever hope to
be. You will be a creation worthy
of being my consort.
You will never turn me as you turned
them, Melissa protested.
I am not as they are.
We will see, Noric
replied. When the lord
of light has departed we will begin the purification
ritual. After that I will make
you mine. He looked at
the setting sun and smiled.
It is almost time.
Turning toward the pile of wood he gestured with his hands and the
wood burst into flame.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was no
longer watching her, Melissa tested the ropes holding her, but Doria had
tied her too well. She succeeded
only in cutting off a bit more of her
circulation. By now darkness
was closing in rapidly. Melissa
watched helplessly as the flames of the fire mounted until it was a roaring
conflagration. About that time
she noticed that the five young women had formed a semicircle on the far
side of the fire. They had removed
all of their clothing and were holding
hands.
Only a few paces away from the flames, Melissa
began to sweat as the heat beat against her naked
body. Rivulets of perspiration
ran down her forehead to her face and dripped onto her chest where they continued
their downward journey. Straining
against the ropes, Melissa tried once more to escape, but in spite of the
fact that her body was now slippery with sweat she could not work her way
free.
Noric turned toward
her. Although he was directly
in front of the fire, he showed no signs of suffering from the tremendous
heat. Now, Red Dragon you
will be cleansed so that the ritual of initiation may
begin.
Melissa twisted her body, hoping that by some
chance the ropes holding her wrists might
loosen. She had no idea what
Noric was talking about.
Cleansed? For
what? And what did that
mean? The five ghoulish young
women had already bathed her. What
more did he have in mind? And
what was the purpose of the fire?
You are not a virgin, and only virgins
are acceptable to
Skolth.
Therefore you must be purified before you can be presented as one
of his handmaidens. As
Noric spoke he took a small wooden box and began to take out various items
and lay them out neatly in the hollow of the lid like a surgeon laying out
his instruments. Melissa took
a deep breath. She had seen some
of the devices before and their use had been far from
pleasant.
The swaying girls now moved closer, undulating
around the fire like snakes.
Melissa noted that their bodies were decorated with many of the same
items that Noric was so carefully setting out, confirming her suspicions
as to what was going to be done to her.
May we ornament her, master? Doria
asked, her naked body dripping with sweat and jingling with jewellery that
pierced her body in a dozen places.
Noric did not answer, but instead took out
a pair of tongs. Placing a gold
needle in its jaws he held it in the fire until it began to glow cherry
red. Then with a smile he handed
the tongs to Doria. The girl
grinned maliciously, her pointed teeth gleaming in the
firelight.
She pierced the septum of Melissas nose
first, working the glowing needle into the smoking
cartilage. The stench of her
own burning flesh almost made Melissa gag, but she made no
sound. She knew that her ordeal
was just beginning and she had endured much worse pain than
this.
Her lower lip was pierced
next. And then Doria inserted
gold rings into the openings she had
made. There were four in all,
one for her nose, one for her lip and one for each
earlobe. The latter were already
pierced, but Melissa had removed the earrings she had worn in preparation
for combat.
After the rings came the
chains. Doria snapped a pair
of gold chains running from the nose ring to each
earring. She did the same with
the ring piercing her lower lip, leaving a double row of chains running to
each of Melissas earlobes.
The weight of the metal pulled at the raw
wounds, but Melissa gave no indication that she was suffering the slightest
discomfort, a stoicism that enraged
Doria.
Why do you not scream? she
demanded. Do you not feel
pain? I will make you
scream. She moved her taloned
fingers toward Melissas breasts.
No, Doria, Noric
warned. She must be
undamaged. Only a purified offering
can be made to
Skolth.
Skolth, the Lord of Darkness, thought
Melissa. The most brutal and
vengeful of the gods. Few worshipped
him out of love, but many feared him and so made sacrifices of animals to
him every year. Some it was rumoured
even sacrificed people. It appeared
that by sheer bad luck she had fallen into that
category. Again she pulled at
the ropes binding her wrists. By
this time she had removed most of the
skin. Slippery with blood she
hoped that the ropes might slip loose in time for her to
escape. She was running out of
time. Sooner or later Noric and
his minions would tire of torturing her.
If she was not free by then she would almost certainly face a brutal
end.
Noric heated the needle
again. This time Doria used it
on Melissas breasts, piercing each areola where it joined the
nipple. Again, Melissa made no
sound, even when Doria deliberately twisted the hot needle in the wounds,
trying to elicit a response. As
with her face and ears, Doria twisted rings into the wounds and then connected
each nipple with a length of chain.
She also suspended heavy gold ornaments from each
ring. These swung back and forth
as Melissas body trembled under the pain of the multiple
piercings.
But Doria was just getting
started. She connected another
set of chains that ran from the ring in Melissas lower lip to each
nipple, and then hooked still another chain from her left nipple that ran
under left arm and around behind her back until it finished at her right
nipple.
The weight of chain pulled cruelly on all
of her raw wounds. Melissa fought
to remain impassive, remembering her brutal Dragon Warrior
training. She had endued much
worse than this. The pain of
the dragon tattoo being cut into her body had been excruciating almost beyond
belief. No matter how many chains
were attached to her body she would show no emotion; give no sign that she
was in the slightest discomfort.
Doria grew steadily more angry at Melissas
impassiveness, but not so Noric.
The Wizard got to his feet and moved to within inches of her
sweat-streaked body. What
a disciple she will make, he
exclaimed.
Stolth will be most
pleased. He gestured to
Doria. It is time to complete
the preparations.
Returning to the fire he withdrew the glowing
needle once again. This time
Doria knelt before her. Melissa
steeled herself as her nether region was
pierced. Doria made three
perforations, the last one the most
painful. The first two penetrated
her labia majora; the last one her
clitoris. She held her breath
as Doria lifted her clitoral hood, exposing the tiny
bud. The pain as the burning
needle entered was horrendous, requiring all of Melissas self-discipline
to keep from screaming. Her chest
heaved as Doria completed the ornamentation, attaching rings and lengths
of chain that connected with the rings in her already heavily ornamented
nipples.
Now, said
Noric. It is
time. He moved so that
the fire was between him and Melissa.
His hellish handmaidens lined up on either
side. Then he raised his hands
and began to chant.
Melissa understood not a word he
said. The words were guttural;
the syllables twisted and unpronounceable by any normal tongue, but the results
of the incantation were more than clear.
The fire brightened and then grew, roaring
up until it was three times the height of a
man. Then it twisted strangely,
and took shape, emerging as a creature of flame standing on two flaming
legs. To Melissas horror
the creature began to move toward her, the leaf-strewn ground bursting into
flame as it approached.
Suddenly close to panic, Melissa wrenched
once more at her bonds. Step
by step the flaming monster moved closer, its furnace-like heat blistering
her skin as it closed. Then the
unbelievable happened. The flaming
beast assumed human proportions, shrinking to the size of a
man. It stood just a body-length
away; seeming to stare at her, and then it resumed its progress, shuffling
toward her, its blazing arms raised to take her in a fiery
embrace. From what would have
been its loins rose a burning staff.
It was only then Melissa realized what Noric had conjured to
life. It was a fire
elemental. Her scream broke the
silence of the woods as the underworld creature embraced
her.
The fiery rape could not have lasted longer
than a few minutes, but for Melissa that time seemed almost an
eternity. Flames consumed her
body, her hair burst into flame and every inch of her body
blistered. Shrieking in agony
she arched backward as the glowing phallus thrust was into
her. Her body exploded in pain
beyond anything she had ever experienced and then suddenly the elemental
was gone.
Melissa went limp, the ropes about her wrists
holding her erect. She was close
to fainting, but was aware of the fact that in spite of what had just happened
to her she seemed completely unharmed.
Nevertheless the pain, magical or not, had been all too
real. Her legs would no longer
support her and her breathe came in ragged
gasps.
Noric appeared before her, once again flanked
by his ghoulish female disciples.
Now, Red Dragon, you have been
purified. It is time to make
you mine.
Melissa tried to raise her head, but could
only move her eyes. She met
Norics gaze. She had not
yet been broken, but did not know if she could survive another horror such
as what had just been visited upon her.
She fell forward as Noric parted the ropes supporting
her. She would have hit the ground
had not Doria and Talitha caught her.
Taking her under each arm they dragged her away from the oak and set
her on the ground by the fire.
Strangely, Melissa welcomed its
warmth. The purification ritual
had left her drained, her body devoid of
heat.
Bring the brandy, Noric
ordered. Talitha, prepare
a meal. I will eat first and
then I will welcome the Red Dragon to my embrace.
Melissa almost choked on the brandy Noric
offered her, but a few sips helped her
recover. One of the other girls
at Norics command draped a blanket over
her. She was still decorated
with the painful jewellery that perforated her body, but the memory of the
terrible pain was subsiding. A
few minutes later she was handed a bowl of broth, which she forced into
herself.
The brandy and the food seemed to
help. Melissa felt her strength
return, but there was to be no respite from Norics
attentions. A rope halter was
placed about her neck and Noric mounted his horse once
more. I am not one for
spending the night in the open, the magician
said. There is a large
farmhouse not from here. We will
stay there tonight. He
kicked his heels and set off, dragging Melissa behind
him. Her wrists were no longer
bound and she gripped the rope with both hands to keep it from jerking on
her neck. She noticed with mild
surprise that her wrists, which she had rubbed raw trying to escape, seemed
completely healed.
An hour later they arrived at the
farmhouse. Norics Sea Warrior
escort had already taken possession of it and the wizard and his entourage
entered without ceremony. It
was a fairly large building, standing two stories with the bedrooms on the
second floor. Noric turned to
Doria. Prepare her,
he ordered. Remove the
ornamentation, I find it distracting.
Doria took Melissa to the largest of the upstairs
rooms. Removing the rope from
her captives neck, she ordered Melissa onto the bed and then removed
the rings and chains she had so painstakingly placed there just a few hours
before. Melissa made no attempt
to escape. She had learned the
hard way how impossible that was.
As the piercings were removed exhaustion overcame her and she fell
into a deep sleep.
She awoke to sunlight streaming through the
open window. Her first instinct
was to escape until she saw Noric watching her from a chair just a few feet
away. You slept well, Red
Dragon? I thought it best to
let you rest. I found the ritual
I performed last night somewhat tiring as I expect you
did.
Melissa clutched a blanket to her
breast. Her reaction to Noric
was one of fear, but her words were
defiant. What was the purpose
of last nights torture? Did
you seek to break me? Well, you
have failed. I will never give
in to one such as you.
Bravely spoken, Noric
answered. You are indeed
difficult to break, a trait that makes you all the more
desirable. It suited my purpose
to let you rest, but now you must become one of my
acolytes. With you as one of
my followers I will be powerful beyond any
king. Sandor will be mine and
then I will take the neighbouring
kingdoms. No one will be able
to stand against me.
I will never join you, Melissa
declared, no matter how much you brutalize me and degrade
me.
Tonight I will change your mind,
Noric sneered. Rest up
for now. When the sun goes down
you will need all of your strength.
The rest of the day was spent in anxious
waiting. Melissa wondered why
Noric had to wait for evening to attempt to subvert her, but could think
of no logical reason unless he planned to repeat the previous nights
tortures. She thought of escape
also, but gave it up for the moment.
The window allowed access to the courtyard of the farmhouse, but Talitha
was stationed there to watch her and when she checked the door of her room
it was locked from the outside.
Unless she could escape through the roof there was no way
out.
Evening
approached. Doria brought her
a meal. She stood watching while
Melissa ate. Eat well,
the girl taunted. You will
need all of your strength to face Noric.
Melissa did not give Doria the satisfaction
of a reply. Instead she ate in
silence, acting as if she was alone in the
room. Eventually she finished
and Doria stomped out, but threw a parting shot as she closed the
door. You are silent
now. But in a short while your
screams will fill the night.
Melissa
waited. She still not been given
any clothing and so kept the blanket draped about
her. Doria had shuttered the
window and had placed a couple of lanterns in the room to provide limited
light. It was poor light to read
by, but it would enable her to see Noric when he came for
her.
A sound outside the door alerted her before
Noric entered. He came alone,
dressed in his now familiar black robe.
He closed the door behind him and took two steps into the room and
stood looking at her. Finally,
he spoke. It seems a long
time, since your lover betrayed you and handed you over to me, but it was
just a day ago. Tonight we will
be lovers, and that coupling will bind you to me
forever.
Melissa got to her
feet. You will not find
me a willing conquest, she
answered. I have no doubt
that your magic can force me to your will, but I will never serve
you.
Norics lips parted in a wolfish
grin. I was hoping that
you would resist. It will make
the sounds of your screams so much more
enjoyable. His hands went
to the ties at his throat. With
a quick tug he loosened them and then moved his fingers down the front of
the robe, undoing each tie in turn.
His robe parted and he allowed it to slide from his
shoulders.
Melissa stared at the
wizard. Beneath his robes he
wore nothing, but he was not particularly
imposing. Tall and thin, he appeared
to pose little threat to her, and then his body began to
change. Melissas eyes widened
as Norics limbs elongated and then
thickened. With seconds he loomed
over her, his head brushing the peaked ceiling of the
bedroom. But it was not his height
that was most impressive. The
creature before her was no longer Noric.
Great wings expanded from the beings shoulders, sweeping to
the edges of the room. The head
was grotesque with an elongated jaw full of pointed
teeth. Two yellow eyes with vertical
irises looked back at her and the ears were pointed like those of a
bat.
Fear swept over
her. She knew now why Noric had
been so confident. He was not
a man, but a demon. She also
knew what had happened to Doria and the other
women. She could imagine their
terrified screams as the hideous monstrosity that stood before her drove
its wicked barbed phallus into their virginal
bodies. And now she faced the
same fate.
Yes, Red Dragon, the creature
said. It was Norics voice,
but strangely slurred due to the beasts dog-like
snout. Now you know why
you cannot defy me. Tonight you
will experience pain and terror as you are taken by a
demon. Tomorrow, you will be
bound to me forever.
No, Melissa
gasped. I will never be
your slave.
The demon
laughed. Lashing his forked tail
he lunged toward her, his taloned hands reaching for her and his immense
wings blocking off escape.
Melissa tried to duck under the monsters
outstretched arms, but the demon was quick as well as
tall. His left hand tangled in
her hair and swept her toward him.
His prehensile tail caught her
ankle. With a cry of terror Melissa
was raised in the air and then dropped onto the bed, the demon on top of
her.
She grunted as the demons weight pinned
her to the bed. She struck
desperately at the creatures head, but it was like pounding her fist
against stone. The demon laughed
again and then darted its head toward her breasts.
Aaaagghh!
Melissa
screamed in abject terror and pain as the long, needle-sharp teeth pierced
her right breast. Then she squealed
as the demon used his right knee to part her
thighs. The huge demonic phallus
was at the gates of her now virginal pleasure
garden. Barbed, and fully as
thick as her forearm it was a frightening
weapon. With all her strength
she fought to preserve her virtue, but the demon held her like a
child. It lifted its now bloody
maw from her breast and ignoring the blows she rained on its head and shoulders
it thrust forward.
She bucked like a frightened mare, understanding
fully the horror of what had happened to Doria and the other
girls. An image of the five flashed
through her mind. Five young
maidens violated by a monster and filled with demon
seed. The ordeal must have been
horrible beyond belief as their virginal bodies were corrupted into servants
of a vile and dark evil. And
now it was her turn.
The thought gave her renewed
strength. Somehow she managed
to bring her left leg up and drive it into the demons chest, forcing
him back. But he was far too
powerful for such a blow to completely dislodge
him. Catching her ankles with
both hands he spread her legs and drew her toward
him. He toyed with her, watching
in malevolent glee as she struggled helplessly to
escape. Then he slowly drew her
toward his cruel phallus watching the sweat fly from Melissas body
as she writhed in frenzied terror.
Eeeeaagghh!
Melissa
screamed as the brutal instrument tore into
her. It was like being
impaled. The giant organ was
ribbed like the carapace of a lobster and a spiny ridge ran down its
length. As it plunged into her
it ripped open the tender lining of her birth canal as it penetrated to the
depths of her womb.
If the rape had been painful before it now
paled into insignificance, as the demon, now embedded deep within her, began
to thrust slowly in and out of
her. The cruel phallus,
like some horrific torture device tore the silken flesh of her garden of
passion, lubricating the giant member with the blood of its
victim. Melissas back arched
and she screamed as Doria had said she would, begging the demon lord to
stop. But the fiends sexual
appetite was insatiable. The
brutal violation lasted six long hours, leaving Melissa a broken wreck, her
voice so hoarse from shrieking that she could hardly make a
sound. Her body quivered from
pain and exhaustion and the bed she and the demon lay upon was stained from
one end to the other with her blood.
Even the walls and floor were splattered with the sticky red
fluid. And then the demon arched
its back and with a scream of its own and a convulsive shudder exploded deep
within her.
The impact of the unearthly orgasm struck
Melissas womb like a hammer, driving the breath from her
body. She hovered on the edge
of unconsciousness, and then felt a strange glow within
her. It started in her womb and
then radiated outward like the heat of a furnace, burning through her internal
organs until it reached the skin and then traveling down her arms and legs
and surging into her brain.
Her skin burned as if from some inner
furnace. The demon pulled out
of her, his form changing to that of Noric even as she
watched. Melissa lay
back. She should have felt brutalized
and exhausted, but instead felt a strange elation.
Noric donned his robe and then moved to the
side of the bed. He took her
hand. Come, he
said. There is something
you should see.
He helped her from the
bed. There was a definite tenderness
between her legs, but nothing like the pain she
expected. Confused she stood
before the half length mirror in the
bedroom.
A pale-skinned, midnight-haired stranger stared
back at her. She was very beautiful,
her cheekbones high and her eyes and lips as black as
coal. Melissas eyes went
lower and saw that the womans full breasts were highlighted by ebon
nipples. But it was the black
dragon tattoo between her breasts that caught her
attention. Familiar and yet different
at the same time, it was incised into her flesh with ink so dark it was almost
blue.
Melissas mouth opened slightly, her
breathing quickening as her gaze went
lower. The womans waist
was slender, and emphasized by flaring
hips. The slight swell of her
abdomen and her washboard stomach promised both fertility and
strength. Farther down her mound
of Venus was partially concealed by gleaming dark hair.
Melissa opened her mouth to speak, overcome
by what she saw.
Noric ran his fingers from the small of her
back to the nape of her neck, caressing her gently and catching her long
black tresses in his hand.
Welcome, Black Dragon, he said
quietly. Together you and
I will conquer worlds.
Melissa smiled, revealing needle sharp
teeth. She placed her hand in
his. Yes, master,
she replied.
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