Chapter One: The Capture of Lord Ziax Parts 1&2
Sexually speaking, I was never very forward. At the time of my abduction, I had been with maybe one or two girls, and never really tried anything kinky at all. That's not to say I never thought about kinky things, in fact, I did so with abandon. Privately, I was as horny and hungry for sex as they come. There wasn't a woman I saw that I didn't fantasize about, and usually that fantasy involved something kinky or naughty. From bondage to rape, age play to incest, I fantasized about all of it. I jerked off over hundreds of women, from the famous to one's I knew personally. Some were sexy, others were homely, and it didn't matter as long as they had something about them that turned me on.
Yet, I never really explored that kinkier side much in real life. I'd drool and hunger for women I saw on the street, or those I worked around, but nothing would happen. At least not until that fateful day, who knows how many years ago now, that I was snatched body and soul from this world and taken to serve the Sindara.
By this time you must be thinking, what a ridiculous story this is... kidnapping and other worlds. That's how I felt when it happened, who would believe such a thing? I certainly didn't, and those I've abducted since certainly haven't. It always takes a while for them to finally believe it, to finally realize their plight, but that of course is a different story. If mysticism, magic, and fantasy just aren't for you, then these tales may simply not be for you. If you are willing to believe me when I tell you there are worlds beyond, and powers beyond what we can imagine, then read on. If you can't tolerate violence, rape, betrayal, incest, and other forbidden topics... then it also might not be for you. I leave that decision to you.
What follows is a tale of sex and power; it is a tale of sex and betrayal. It is sometimes violent, indeed sometimes it is deadly. It is about wars and love, but most of all it is about power and sex. Indeed, on Vistira, the two words are synonymous: power is sex, sex is power. It is what kept the Amazon's alive, yet it was what threatened their destruction.
Before we begin my story, you must understand a little about the conflict into which I was drawn. For hundreds of years Vistira was divided into many kingdoms, some small, some large, all of them grasping for power. Sometimes this meant open war, other times it meant intrigue and assassination. Other times it was economy, and at some level it was always sex. That was because the most powerful empire in all of Vistira was the Amazons; well we'd call them amazons: warrior women whose culture included no men, they called themselves the Sindara. They controlled most of the trade, not because they were the richest empire, and they were rich because of sex. For the Sindara, despite their hatred and disgust for men, realized the power they held. The sex of a Sindara is not like regular sex, it is pure energy, a form of life energy, and it can bring vigor, power, luck, and can be harnessed to perform powerful acts of magic and miracle. The pure Sindarans kept much of their sex to themselves, not wanting to share their pure unharnessed energy. Of course individual Sindarans had their own beliefs as to whom they would and would not fuck, but as a rule, the Sindarans only shared their sexual wealth through one of two ways.
First they trained non-Sindara women to serve as whores in Sindaran brothels or to be sold as slaves. The other way, as I believed at the time, was to kidnap earth women for the same purpose. Although I would later learn this wasn't entirely how it worked.
For years the Sindara existed, above the petty squabbles of the rest of the world, yet slowly their power was dwindling. The magical defenses that kept out invaders, that would indeed kill any male who entered their empire, began to grow weak and the Sindarans were in trouble. It is at this point, where they are on the verge of invasion and destruction that I come into the story...
I will confess that some of the details are difficult to remember; it seems for ages now I have been Lord Ziax, ages since my fantasies came to life, as if my old life was the fantasy. It started in my last year in high school; I believe I was 17 at the time. I was very horny and eager for a good fuck at the time. Man, did I want sex. The problem, as I mentioned above though, was that I could be shy. There were a couple girls in particular I would constantly fantasize about fucking. Even in class I would sometimes catch myself undressing the student in the next row with my mind, forcing my cock into her, fucking her like that nasty whore I knew she was. Sometimes I would even imagine I could see that same girl squirm in her seat, as if she could feel my thoughts.
In one class however, it wasn't the student in the next row that was the object of my attention, it was Miss Cynthia. Miss Cynthia had come in the middle of the year, but since her arrival I had started enjoying my classes a whole lot more. Lucky for me, it was the last period of the day, so I could go home and jerk off, all the while imagining the nasty things I would do to that sexy little teacher. She stood about 5'4"; she had an abundance of wavy black hair that framed her delicate face perfectly. Her eyes were deep and almost piercing in the way she'd look at you, her lips always full and luscious. Her neck had the smooth, elegant curves of a ballet dancer and she had the legs of a dancer to go with it and she loved to show them off. I would spend hours starting at those gorgeous legs. She'd wear skirts cut above the knee, showing plenty of slim, tight thighs. The skirts would perfectly accent her tight round ass as they came down over her hips. Being a consummate leg man, it was her calves that really did it for me however. They were curvy and well muscled, without being too chiseled. To some, they may have seemed too big, but as you will learn, large, well muscled, curvy calves are my weakness. Her feet were small and delicate and she always wore a sexy pair of high heeled pumps that further emphasized her delicious calf muscles. Her waist was slim and her breasts a perfect D cup, tight and round and generally her blouse was worn so plenty of cleavage was visible.
And it was definitely one of those days where plenty of cleavage was visible. That day she was dressed in a white blouse, with the hint of black lace bra underneath, a black business skirt, black stockings and heels. She completed her perfect 'librarian' look by putting up her hair and wearing her glasses. As she would write on the board I would imagine myself tracing my way up those curvy legs with my tongue, sucking hungrily at her delicious calves. Then I would tear open that blouse and go at those tasty tits with abandon. She continued to talk about some plants or something or other but I ignored it. It was just one of those terribly horny days. One of my favorite girls in the class, a sexy little Asian girl (another one with big curvy calves) had worn a short skirt in first period, the class slut had also decided to show off her long delicious legs today as well, and lastly this quiet, homely little geeky girl in my class, that for some reason got me going had been wearing a skirt as well. All in all, a good (or bad depending on your perspective) day for a leg man.
Now I sat there deep in my day dream, fucking Miss Cynthia in my mind as I wiggled in my desk. No one seemed to notice, I had gotten pretty good at controlling myself during my little imaginings. I had to be careful because I had gotten to the point where I could make myself cum. The little geeky girl looked over at me suspiciously once, but that only served to intensify the hunger I was feeling.
