“You used us as bait?!” Astrid snarled, looking up at Ryouka defiantly, already sweating in the morning warmth.
“Yes. And…should I feel bad about that? Because I won’t, not even a little,” Ryouka said, having a good, mocking laugh at Astrid’s expense. “That’s what dumb animals are good for, don’t you think?”
The warrior could only snarl and glare, then jerked at the heavy chains that bound her, the metal rattling. All of them had been fitted with heavy shackles and chains following Samira’s sacrificial ritual, keeping their arms secured behind their backs and their steps short. Ryouka had invoked the magic in their nose rings as well once they had been marched back out into the canyon, but only a half measure, forcing them to their knees lest the rings painfully drag them all the way to the ground.
The sun had just risen over the desert, the air already growing warm, and the mazoku soldiers were busy pulling dead bodies from the caverns, along with any valuables they had found stashed away in the hidden lair. There must have been at least two-dozen soldiers, probably more. There were a handful of orcs and half-orcs still alive, and these were in chains too, ready to be taken to the slave auctions, no doubt.
As they worked, Samira noted that the mazoku soldiers all wore heavier chainmail armor, along with and the padding underneath, but unlike Astrid, they didn’t suffer from the heat, weren’t even bothered by it, no doubt a boon from their demonic heritage.
She’d also seen no sign of the shaman, amongst the prisoners or the dead, and that worried her. Though he hadn’t known of the true nature of Anubis, had mocked the God of the Dead with that farcical ritual, it was the way he handled their torture in that ritualistic manner, chanting and following certain patterns, that had planted the seed of worry within her. Had he learned that on his own, or from someone or, perhaps, some thing? Another ancient god, or another power? It didn’t seem likely he was worshiping one of the demon lords the mazoku favored, as they were only just beginning to spread their ways of worship through the lands.
“You did not know?” Samira asked after letting Astrid cool her head for a few moments, turning her eyes upon the large human warrior curiously, tilting her head to one side. “I thought the plan was obvious; did I not say as much?”
“You’d be the only one who would think such a preposterous thing,” Galvaera said, her tone sour. “You could have stated it more clearly; perhaps then we would have been prepared for the attack and found a way to fight them.”
“Explains why we thought we were being followed,” Bekksie said, blowing out her breath. “We were! Could have been worse; at least we got a good party out of it.” Samira turned to the full-stomached goblin, eyes narrowed, noting that the other two were likewise glaring at her. Cheeks reddening, Bekksie’s big ears wiggled. “What? You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that at least a little. I heard the noises you whores were making.”
“I honestly don’t think this operation could have gone more smoothly,” Ryouka said, cutting off any further discussion on the matter. “Another brilliant plan by my dear Imperator.”
Ryouka sighed longingly, looking off in the direction of Kifu’nemhat, holding a hand to her chest, over her heart. After a few moments she turned back to the gathered slaves, flashing a toothy smile at them as she put her fists on her hips. “I suppose we should get things moving; I would hate to keep my dear, loving master waiting overlong. Oh, captain!” she called in a sing-song tone.
The elven woman was certainly smitten with the Imperator. Was that a natural love, or had she been corrupted by his demon mark? Samira considered how his favored slaves behaved, seemed to be more like trusted allies and lovers than slaves like she and her party. It was but one of the many mysteries swirling around the Imperator. Mysteries that she was intent on solving, in due time. Would she perhaps fall madly in love with the mazoku too? Would they all?
The captain of the mazoku company turned toward her and walked over, giving her a stiff bow. “Milady Ryouka?”
Surely, with one of the captains treating her with such respect, she was more than a simple favored slave.
“I’m done with these,” she told him, waving toward Samira and the others. “Pack them to go, and get some of your men started with them back to Kifu’nemhat at once. The Imperator will no doubt want to hear of their…success…from their own lips.” Ryouka snickered at the last comment. “Oh, and you may want to have your men dunk them in the river on the way back, to get rid of the smell.”
“As you wish, milady,” the captain replied, placing his fist to his chest and bowing again. He turned to his men and called out a few names, two of them literally dropping a dead orc to rush over.
“Well, bitches, this is where we part ways for now. I just can’t help myself; I’m going to tell my dear Imperator all about this little operation, and I’m sure he’ll be in a mood to reward you properly by the time you get there.” Her smile turned positively sinister. “Maybe I’ll get to take care of your reward when you return. Won’t that be so much fun?”
“For you, maybe,” Astrid muttered, jerking her arms against the chains again.
“Make this one’s trip back uncomfortable,” Ryouka said, pointing at Astrid. “Actually, you know what, make all of them suffer a little until they can learn their proper place.” That earned Astrid a trio of glares, Samira giving a low growl, her tail swishing behind her. All she had to do was keep her mouth shut, and she couldn’t even manage that.
“Yes, milady!” said the approaching soldiers.
“See you soon, bitches!” Ryouka said, cackling as she strode away. Moving to a larger spot in the canyon, she let out a high pitched, whooping call. Moments later a large shadow flew overhead, something huge swooping downward. In moments, a massive red-scaled drake landed beside Ryouka, the wild-haired elf deftly hopping up its extended foreleg and settling herself in the saddle at the back of its neck. She patted the drake’s scales as she hefted the reins. “To the skies, Akouryouki! Let’s go find you a hippopotamus for breakfast, how about it?”
The drake’s mouth opened, revealing its still-bloody fangs, in something of a smile, and it flexed its wings and leaped into the sky, headed back toward the city.
Samira watched Ryouka and her drake fly off, wondering how exactly the elf had tamed such a massive beast. It was quite a bit larger than a normal drake, and possessed of a wicked intelligence from what little she had observed of it, and knew it had a potent, fiery breath it could bring to bear in battle.
She heard Astrid snarl, chains rattling, and turned her attention back to the warrior. A pair of soldiers held her and forced a thick, phallic feeder gag between her lips, the warrior choking as it hit the back of her throat. They quickly buckled it into place and hauled her up to her feet, forcing her towards waiting the oxen waiting near some of the carts the soldiers had brought along.
Another pair of soldiers quickly forced the same gags onto the remaining trio of slaves, none of them resisting, too tired from their ordeals, perhaps, as they too were picked up and marched toward the oxen. In short order, they were flung over the backs of the beasts, face down, their arms unshackled, only for them to be tied across the beasts, Astrid and Bekksie on one, Galvaera and Samira on the other, tied so that they were facing opposite directions; the only part of the desert elf Samira could see was her bound feet and legs, ropes connecting their hands to their feet beneath the animals. The only one of them with any clothing at all was the goblin, who still wore her boots; Samira wasn’t sure if that was better or worse, given the stench coming off of them just now.
Two soldiers took one of the carts they’d brought along, with its own oxen, loaded with some of the spoils from the bandit’s hideout, and started off in the direction they’d come, back toward Kifu’Nemhat. Two more soldiers rode the camels Galvaera and Samira had used.
Samira sighed around the gag as they bounced along, letting her gaze drop to the rocky path beneath them as she sucked on the salty, cum-like mixture seeping from the gag’s tip, glad that at least it did not smell of orc-musk. Such an indignant way to travel, yet she had little choice in the matter. Protesting would only make things worse for them, and it was impossible to say just how bad it would be as it was, given Ryouka’s last statements. The woman could exaggerate, she was learning, and no doubt would do just that when she spoke to her precious Imperator.
“I must simply make the best of the situation. For now, I have little choice but to serve and endure; would the others learn this simple lesson…” She let her thoughts drift as they ascended out of the canyon, entering into something of a meditative trance as they bounced along, focusing upon the nature of the ancient gods whom her people now worshipped. She sensed that they were pleased with her, and she certainly felt their presence more firmly in her mind. They had grown stronger in the scant few years her people had begun to worship them, the first step on the long path to their eventual return.
A long journey ahead, and with many challenges, and more dangers she and the others must face. She would succeed, whatever the cost may be.
If she had to offer the Imperator’s heart to Anubis to see her people claim this land as their own, then so be it.
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This story features the following themes from this year’s Kinktober list.
Tangle/Trap
Stretch/Grope
Sadistic/Imaginary
Strip/Encase
Squeeze/Secret
Quicksand/Harem
Clean/Dirty
Dramatic/Punish
Balance/Hood
Wax/Mummification
Magic/Fantasy
Natural/Camouflage
Hostage/Doll
Vintage/Ancient
Revenge/Mischief
Candy/Potion
This story contains the adventuring party experiencing: Multiple males dominating multiple females, bondage, capture, ropes, leather, heavy BDSM, suspension, being bound together, bit gags, ring gags, stuff gags, whipping, nipple rings, nose rings, clit rings, slave collars, orcs, kerryns (catgirls), goblins, humans, elves, mazoku (tieflings), swords & sorcery, pulp adventure, blood, sacrifice, bound sex, orgy, group sex, footjobs, handjobs, blowjobs, vaginal sex, anal sex and maybe more I’ve forgotten to include here.
This is a story written as a call back to the old pulp style sword & sorcery adventurers, so some themes are dark and a bit graphic, but that’s kind of the name of the game with this setting. If Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was too much for you, this might not be the story for you (but that’s not until Chapter 6)!
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