Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 12:13:57 -0700 From: The Oaken Satyr Subject: Stag God's Apostle, Chapter 4 Hey, all. I've gotten some fantastic feedback from this series, which I greatly appreciate. Some of you have asked some questions about the background of this setting, which I have shared with one or two folks. But, in order to do so, as well as to update you when a new chapter of this Cycle is available, I have created a group at the following address: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/stag-god-cycle/ Join for updates, as well as the occasional short essay on parts of the world, as well as a place to discuss the Cycle. I'd love to hear from all of you, and perhaps get some ideas where you might like to see these cycles go. Any good mythology is built to the needs of the people it serves, and you are the people this Cycle is written for. As usual, involves adult situations, with all that entails. You've been warned. +++++++++++++++++++ This story is (c) The Oaken Satyr, 2006 - 2007 The Stag God's Apostle - A Continuation of the Cycle of Ashlan ++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter Four: Desecration The bright light of torches suddenly illuminated the cell as the guards opened the door, which groaned with the suddenness of its use. Habra reflexively looked away, covering his eyes with his hands as best he could. He didn't need his eyes to identify the guard, though; his tread betrayed him as Stone, the shaven-headed guard that spent most of his watch eyeing him through the cell door. Stone walked in, bearing a pair of torches, which he slotted into the brackets in the wall, and then pulled the small bench -- far from Habra's grasp, of course -- away from the wall and stood back. Habra lifted his head at the smell of blood, and the sounds of a futile struggle. Two more guards entered the cell, bearing between them the battered and bloodied form of Olusku, who was still thrashing weakly, despite his manacles. The two men forced him to his knees and pulled the blindfold away from his eyes. Habra felt tears well up in his eyes as Olusku whimpered. In a moment, they both knew why the huntsman had been apprehended. Then, the Lord Keeper entered the cell. "And here it is," he sneered, glancing between the two bound figures. "Isn't this the happy reunion you'd hoped for? No?" He paused a moment to see if either of them had anything to say. "Where are your tender, filthy, heathen declarations of camaraderie and buggery, then? Have you no clever retort, no heart-felt praises to sing of your filthy deer-god? Is there no room for a head of seven tines here?" He waited again, watching as Habra focused all his attention on Olusku, who fought to remain conscious through the beating he'd already taken. "No. I thought not." He turned to the guard nearest him, the dark-haired one of the two that held Olusku. "Sumnos, introduce the traitor's tongue to your cock." Sumnos smiled and waved over the third guard, a blonde named Kunar, handing him the task of holding Olusku and keeping him from falling over. Sumnos stepped around the kneeling man and shoved aside his belt and breeches, fishing his limp cock -- although one of some heft -- from his pants. He stepped up and clasped Olusku under the chin, when the Lord Keeper interrupted him. "No. Make sure the orc can see." Habra sobbed then, begging the Lord Keeper for mercy, as the dark-haired guard wrenched the huntsman's jaw open and shoved his cock, already starting to plump up some, into Olusku's mouth. "Don't you fucking bite me, you goddamned traitor," Sumnos whispered to the huntsman. "I'll take my dagger and knock every one of your teeth from your jaw if you do. Then, I'll still fuck your face -- only you'll have a souvenir from it." Sumnos smiled up at the other guards -- glancing at Kunar a little shyly, almost, as though he were sort of excited at the prospect of proving his sexual prowess to him -- as he slid his cock, now hefty and thick, if not overly long, between Olusku's unresisting lips. Sumnos reached up and grabbed Olusku by his hair and shoved his cock as far in as it would go, using both hands to hold the man's face pressed to his pubes, his balls resting against his chin. Olusku heaved and choked, until finally the dark-haired guard withdrew his cock. The huntsman spat a mouthful of spittle up on it, making it shine in the torchlight, as he gasped for breath. "There you are, fucker," the guard said huskily. "Don't just sit there -- there'll be plenty of time for suffering in silence when I fuck your ass later. Do something with those goddamned lips on my cock." Olusku began to suck in earnest now, slurping noisily and loudly. Habra watched him, a small smile playing on his lips, as Sumnos' face betrayed his pleasure. Too late, Habra noticed the Lord Keeper's reaction to his smirk, and then the Lord Keeper nodded to the blonde one. Quickly, Kunar released the huntsman and crossed to the orc, delivering a thunderous kick to his side. Habra screamed as ribs cracked, and he fell, entirely incapable of breathing. Olusku pulled off the guard's cock and tried to get to the orc's side, but the bald-headed Stone quickly delivered a punch to the back of the huntsman's head with a gauntleted fist. Not to be outdone, Sumnos whipped his cock away from the huntsman's face, pulled back and delivered a sound kick to Olusku's stomach. With a wheezing gasp, Olusku fell to the floor, gasping for breath but finding none, his tear-filled eyes on Habra. Kunar dropped to his knees on the orc's back, one knee resting on his neck, while the other two guards hauled Olusku back to his feet. He still hadn't regained his breath when Sumnos shoved his cock between the huntsman's lips again. "You have taught me a valuable lesson, beast," the Lord Keeper said then, glancing at the orc, who was fixated on Olusku's continued oral rape. "As have you, woodsman. The two of you taught me that the tortures we use for civilized men are insufficient for beasts such as yourselves. There is nothing holy in this, though I'm sure it is easy for a simple man to think so. But you were right on one account, huntsman. This does have quite the potential as a weapon." He nodded to Stone, who released Olusku just long enough to drag the bench over with one foot, as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. Stone -- like all of the guards of the Great Church -- was in the prime of physical health. It was considered unseemly that the Church's defenders should be in lesser physical conditions than its priests, so they trained long and hard. He spat in his hand and reached down, massaging his already half-hard cock to life. Habra saw that it was tremendously thick -- so much so, the guard couldn't actually wrap his entire hand around it. It was also long; certainly not the length of the Stag God Ashlan, but easily the biggest cock he'd ever seen on a human or orc. Sumnos stepped back, and pulled Olusku to his feet. The man was so wounded that his job was more a matter of keeping the traitorous huntsman on his feet than preventing him from escaping. Stone sat on the bench lengthwise and lay back, his massive cudgel of a cock sticking straight up, wetly shining with a menace in the torchlight of the cell. "I have gathered that all of you are sexually initiated by that monstrous thing in the woods," the Lord Keeper whispered to Olusku, holding him up as Sumnos cut the huntsman's remaining clothes from his body. He glanced at Stone's massive cock -- the attention seemed to have made the bald guard's cock grow bigger and harder -- and then back at the huntsman meaningfully. "Let us hope that you've kept up on your sacraments since that day, yes?" He snapped his fingers and Kunar left Habra, who tried to struggle to his feet and cross the room, but fell, still manacled to the wall on the other side of the cell. Kunar assisted Sumnos -- again, exchanging those small, side-long glances, and in fumbling with the prisoner the Lord Keeper did not miss the blonde's furtive grope of the dark-haired guard's cock -- in pulling Olusku over to the bench. Stone reached up and pulled the huntsman down to him, laying him lengthwise across his body, while the other two guards put him into position. Then, Kunar grasped the bald guard's massive cock and guided it to Olusku's hole while Sumnos pulled him upright. Olusku suddenly gasped and made a face, obviously trying not to keep the invasion from happening, but to push out, facilitating it with as little pain as possible. Nonetheless -- even with a little spit from Kunar -- the broad, fat head of Stone's thick cock seemed only to press at the entrance to his ass. Stone grunted and hunched a couple of times, battering at the opening to the huntsman's body. Finally, when Sumnos grasped Olusku by the shoulders and pressed him downward, something gave. "No!" cried Habra at the look of sudden, terrible agony on Olusku's face. The huntsman roared in absolute agony, and the two guards continued to force him downward. Finally, as the huntsman tried to breathe, the obscenely stretched lips of his asshole gave, clasping the thick cock with an almost severing tightness. Stone gasped and shuddered, moaning a little at the incredible tightness and heat of the ass around his fat tool. Finally, there was stillness for a moment, and Kunar stood, a smirk on his face. He held up a hand, and showed the Lord Keeper the small spatters of crimson in the torchlight. "He's all the way in," Kunar said and flicked blood off his hands. Habra sobbed, while Olusku could only whimper and gasp. It seemed as though all the life had drained from the huntsman, and he lay against the Stone's broad torso, utterly impaled on that massive cock. "Good," the Lord Keeper said. "Now fuck him." With that, the bald guard grinned and reached down, over Olusku's hips and grasped the thrust-wide ass cheeks of the huntsman in rough, bruising hands. He leaned forward slightly, and slid his cock partially out and then shoved it back in, arching his hips upward. Olusku cried out, and wept on his rapist's shoulder, past the point of being able to do any more. Silence reigned in the room for many minutes, broken only by the sounds of Olusku's occasional sobs, the slick-sliding sound of Stone's cock driving in and out of the huntsman's guts and the somewhat embarrassed shuffling of feet as the other two guards did their best to focus on the heretic's debasement, and ignore their own aching hard-ons. After some minutes of this, the Lord Keeper broke the silence. "Well, he seems to be getting along just fine," he mused. He glanced at Sumnos, and nodded to him. "Let's see about that." Olusku came to life just enough to thrash, though between Sumnos' insistent hand on his back and Stone pulling the huntsman into his arms and clasping him tightly, there was little he could do. Sumnos dropped his trousers entirely, stroked his cock a time or two and then spat into his hand. The dark-haired guard straddled the bench, and stepped up to the scene laid out on the bench in front of him. He squatted, lining his cock up with the overstuffed, overstretched asshole, already thickly choked on a very large cock. Playfully the guard slid his cockhead along the underside of the bald guard's cock, from its very root, scooting it, sliding it along the slick spittle and ass-juices that made it glisten. He leaned forward, pressing his cock just up against the incredibly tight ring of the huntsman's asshole, and pressing, just enough to make the bald soldier's cock give -- ever so slightly -- and slid the very tip of his cock inbetween that tightly stretched flesh and the hefty meat beneath it. "I bet your fuck-god never did this to you, eh heretic?" he whispered viciously at Olusku, while making sure to catch the orc's eye. He grinned and then punched his muscled, meaty hips forward, slamming his cock inbetween the bald guard's cock and the walls of Olusku's ass, forcing his cock into the already overstuffed hole. Olusku howled in pain as the second cock punctured its way past his sphincter, and thrashed around. So vigorous were his struggles that he dislodged Sumnos' cock from his ass. The only reward for his effort, however, was a punch to the back of the head, and then another forced entry. Sumnos clung to Olusku's back, sliding his long, hard cock into and out of the painfully red and stretched orifice, sliding its length along Stone's fat, thick meat. Olusku sobbed, in absolute agony, impaled as he was on a second meaty cock. Kunar was having a difficult time keeping his hands off himself, the Lord Keeper noticed with disgust. He turned to the blonde guard, glanced back at the rape still going on and then growled his name. Kunar quickly stood at attention, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. "Kunar, I am done here. See that you and your compatriots finish up here, and chain them so that they cannot reach one another." Kunar saluted, and the Lord Keeper left the cell. The blonde guard followed him to the door, pulling it shut, and watching to see that he'd gone. He then walked up to get a better look of the scene, watching the two meaty cocks, pressed together in the interior of the huntsman's ass. Kunar smiled at Sumnos' cocky grin, and watched appreciatively as he pulled his cock almost entirely out of Olusku's ass. So tight was the bind that the flare of his cockhead caught on the tight stretch of the sphincter there. Then he rammed it back in, and repeated several times, all the while Olusku sobbed and tried to catch his breath. Kunar stepped up to Sumnos, slightly behind and to the side of him, where he might still watch the rape going on, and ran his hand appreciatively along the dark-haired guard's nicely rounded, slightly furry ass. Mischievously, he licked his middle finger, and then found Sumnos' asshole, sliding his finger along its exterior before burying it to the first knuckle. Sumnos' breathing quickened and he looked at the blonde with passion and mischief. He glanced down and found Kunar had dropped his trousers, and was squeezing -- not even really stroking, just squeezing, as though he might cum at any moment -- his hefty, two-hand length of thick cock. Kunar's finger dug a little deeper, and the guard arched an eyebrow, asking a question without words. Sumnos glanced away, down at Stone, who was lost in his own passions, concentrating half on keeping Olusku from moving and half on the incredible sensations of his massive cock shoved deep in a tight asshole, with a second cock sliding up and down its snug length. He glanced at the orc, who simply watched everything going on, and then looked back at Kunar, who'd just shoved a second finger into his hole. Sumnos nodded, and Kunar grinned. He quickly moved up behind the dark-haired guard, and Sumnos stopped thrusting. He paused, just long enough for the blonde to line his spit-slicked cock up to his hole. Sumnos grunted as Kunar buried his cock half-way in his ass, and he nearly slipped out of the huntsman's ass from the sudden sensations. Sumnos paused for a moment, collecting himself, before picking up his pace anew, each thrust forward reburying his cock in the raped huntsman's stretched and exhausted hole, each thrust back burying him on the large, fat cock behind him. Kunar wrapped his arms around Sumnos' chest and leaned forward, nibbling his earlobe and licking the tight corded muscles in his neck. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh..." Sumnos breathed heavily. Stone glanced up at the sudden change in sensation -- the friction lessened, and the heat increased as Sumnos emptied his balls inside the huntsman, all up and down Stone's cock length. That sensation did something to him, allowing Sumnos' cock to hit something just right, or built up just the right amount of speed, because Stone came shortly thereafter, nearly hollering at the sensation. Instead, Stone buried his head in the huntsman's shoulder and bit down, hard. The huntsman only hissed in pain. With a wet plop, Sumnos' cock fell from Olusku's used ass. Without missing a beat, Kunar placed one hand in the middle of his buddy's back and another on his hip and bent him at the waist. He slammed the hot, gorged length of his cock in and out of that ass, slamming his meat to the root and then pulling out to do it again, until he finally gasped and held his breath, emptying his cockload in his friend's ass. Sumnos opened his eyes and found Stone watching him with something like disgust. When Kunar leaned in to rest his cheek on his shoulder, Sumnos shrugged him off, half-turning to push him away. "Get the fuck off me," he snarled, and quickly retrieved his pants. Kunar stumbled a little -- though he tried to hide it, Habra saw his face betray his emotions in rapid succession: confusion. Hurt. Anger. "Fuck you," Kunar hissed at the dark-haired one. He caught the eye of the bald guard, who clearly found all of this amusing. "Or rather, FUCKED you." Sumnos looked up from buckling his belt, murder in his eyes. "Try something like that again, asshole," he snarled, his hand on the belt-dagger at his side. "I won't bother to stick you with my cock. It'll be steel." He then spat and marched from the room. Stone chuckled and followed, tossing Kunar the keys. The minute they were both gone, Kunar's visage of fury dissolved, and he looked as though he were doing everything in his power to keep from crying. He closed his eyes and his clenched jaw trembled slightly with the effort. Habra shifted slightly, and Kunar whirled on him, half-way drawing his blade. "I suppose you have something to say, greenling?" Habra raised his head and simply looked at Olusku, and then back at the guard. "Only this," Habra said. "Any god that would deny two warriors -- men who risk their lives in his name -- the comfort of one anothers' company is not a god worth worshipping." Kunar snarled and quickly crossed the room, laying a kick against Habra's side. Fortunately, the orc managed to half-turn before he got there, shielding his already-broken ribs. Kunar walked over and dragged Olusku's now-unconscious form off the bench where he sagged, and chained his manacles to the wall across the room from Habra. Then, he stormed out of the cell, slamming and locking the door behind him. Habra watched him go, and then turned his attention to Olusku. "Huntsman. Huntsman!" Habra first whispered and then nearly yelled. Olusku groaned, and raised his head just enough for Habra to see the hurt deep in them, and the rivulets his tears had left in his otherwise blood-spattered face. "Be strong, beloved of Ashlan. Please. Remember what you told me. Don't let them break you with His sacraments. Huntsman!" Olusku simply turned his face from the orc and slumped in the corner. Habra reached out for him, but his chains kept him back. He could only sit there while he listened to Olusku sob in the darkness.