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XERA IN THE PITS OF ASH
In the not too distant future a young teenage girl with a
slender build and an impossibly large bust is sent into a
pocket dimension composed of all things of the sword and
sorcery lore of popular fantasy imagination. Those that sent
her there dubbed her; XERA THE AMAZON PRINCESS!
Xera pulled her lizard-horse up to a stop with a firm pull on
the reigns of its two snake-like heads. Before her lay the
raw stone valley opening of The Beggar King. The natural
walls of rock had been enhanced with heavy stone masonry to
further narrow the valley opening to bring the only entrance
from the Sundown Road approach to a dead end before a great
iron door set in the valley walls sheer surface.
The lone Sundown Road rose up in a gentle ramp of earth and
stone as it approached the iron door to The Beggar Kings
domain. It provided an excellent view of the surrounding
country side. Behind her she could see the debauch from the
Unnamed Swamps where the Sundown Road split off from the
remains of the King's Highway. She had spent several weeks
wandering in the fetid marsh finding and losing the path of
the long abandoned roadway while fighting off all manor of
beast and men.
To her left lay the Shattered Mountains. Nearly impassible
and the haunts of the most savage of monsters and men.
To her right lay the great Valley of Ash. The large sunken
bowl shaped valley had once been green and lush and housed a
city of great wealth and power in the region three hundred
years earlier. But a sudden eruption of the Three Brothers
had sent a torrent of lava down into the valley along with
huge waves of super heated air and ash that had buried the
valley in death. Even the name of the lost city had been
forgotten by living time.
And before her lay the great iron door of the Beggar King's
domain. She had no desire to approach that great edifice and
hail the watch of gate keepers. The stories and rumors of
what went on and had occurred in that sealed valley were
enough to send any sane woman as rapidly as possible away
from it.
But the Oracle of the Subterranean Sea had told her that her
only hope of escaping this world and returning to her own lay
in the high plateau lands of winged men. She had carried a
vibrating warm crystal egg on a twelve day journey inside her
vagina to get that information from the Oracle.
Standing their straddled legged and still dazed after twelve
days and nights of almost perpetual orgasms watching the egg
hatch and grow into a mighty crystal tree as the Oracle
clapped her hands in glee and offered her one of the trees
magical fruits and the information she had asked for as a
trade she had felt she had more than paid on her side of the
bargain especially as the magical fruits had been nothing
more than pieces of rock candy!
With the Dead Pirates controlling the Boiling Straights and
her understandable reluctance for another possibility of a
zombie gang-bang considering her recent run in with the
hordes of the un-dead who had been guarding that crystal egg
the Oracle had sent her to retrieve. This left the only other
way to reach the winged men's plateaus via the Great Stone
Stairs of the Storm Gods which lay on the other side of the
Beggar King's valley. She would have to enter the valley and
pass through it into the Beggar King's infamous Ebony Mines
and find the passage that lead out on the seaward side where
the great stone steps lay.
That there was such a passage linking the pitch passages of
the mines of the Beggar King Xera had some reassurance from
the swamp hags who had traded her a memory stone that would
point the way in exchange for the six headed hydra's heads
which had been plaguing their fortified cluster of tree huts.
Xera had dutifully brought back the hydra heads and traded
for the stone but had surly wished the swamp hags had told
her that the six headed hydra had six cocks as well! And that
each time one of the cocks blew its load it divided in two!
The new pair increasing in girth and length as well! It had
been a thirty-six cocked beast by the time she had lain it
low.
The shard stone meant to be her compass through the mines
floated suspended in a glass globe filled with glowing blue
water and fit in the palm of her hand. She petted one of the
snake heads of her stead while feeling for the heavy globe in
her saddle bag. She wondered what chore, task, challenge, the
Beggar King would have her perform to allow her to pass
through his valley and into his mines on its far side?
Xera frowned at the thought as the Beggar King and his men
had a nasty perverted reputation. It was rumored that all
their women were kept in bondage as sexual slaves and male
travelers foolish enough to enter the realm where sent to
labor and die in the maze of mines.
Xera prodded her lizard stead into motion and thrilled at the
feel of its long cylinder body undulating between her strong
young thighs. She lost her worry as the rapid powerful
serpentine body rubbed her into a flashing eye smile.
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Xera looked around her with a brooding face that raced back
and forth between disgust and furry as her gray eyes flashed
and glinted in the dimly lit great hall of the Beggar King.
The young teen was stripped naked and bound in chains and was
being forced to stand straddle legged before the leering king
as he sat upon his crumbling throne.
She was ringed by the men of the Beggar King. Though, like
the king, it was hard to think of them as men. Their bodies
were swelled up in lumps of muscle and they would have
towered twelve feet or more in height except they were
stooped and their heavy tree trunk like limbs dragged their
knuckles upon the garbage strewn flagstone floor.
They were powerful lumps of muscle but distorted and they
wore once rich and gaudy robes about their otherwise naked
bodies which were now tattered and torn to rags.
Xera's hands were bound behind her back in wads of twisting
chains and her ankles were chained to a heavy wooden bar that
forced her legs apart so the king and his men could drool at
her exposed and helpless sex.
The Beggar King's entire band of men numbered roughly a
hundred and yet as each of them could have easily shattered a
column of stone with a single swipe of his enormous paw; a
hundred seemed more than enough to deter anyone from
approaching the distant kingdom in thoughts of conquest.
A hundred minus six, Xera thought. For upon the floor lay six
of the huge brutes never to rise again. The Beggar King kept
fingering his chin and exposed huge cock as he stared at her
but then he would glance at the dead men and seem to think
again.
Suddenly he let go of both cock and chin and slapped his bear
paw-like hands upon the decayed stone arms of his throne and
launched himself in a blur of motion that belied his huge
bulk and stopped an inch from the young girl with his usual
drooling leer upon his twisted and distorted face. He snorted
and giggled and nodded his twitching head sunk so low upon
his massive over muscled shoulders that it looked like it was
set in his barrel chest rather than upon a neck.
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Xera sighed in exasperation and disgust. She walked barefoot
across the Valley of Ash. The Beggar King had sent her, buck
naked and bootless, to go kill the great white stag which had
taken up residence in the bowl valley.
He had given her a large heavy bow and one large arrow. Both
bow and arrow had been waiting for her leaning against a
bolder outside the gate; when she had been tossed into a
small iron cage and then, only then, unfettered and lowered
outside the giant iron gate of the Beggar King's domain.
All her weapons and effects where locked behind that huge
gate. Including the memory stone that alone could show her
safe passage through the maze of mines.
She had slide down the raised rampart of the road that rose
up out of the swamp and dead ended at the great iron gate and
headed into the Valley of Ash.
The Valley long dead had over the past few centuries began to
recover. There was a knee high bright green grass growing
upon the rich black volcanic soil. She could readily see
large herds of deer grazing here and there.
The deer she wanted was said to be a giant pure white stag
with a rack of antlers that looked like a forest. The Beggar
King wanted the head and heart of the beast. He had even gone
so far as to make the appropriate offering of washing his
hands in wine and then water and swearing the oath to the
Wicked God of Worms who punished those who broke their oaths
of trade.
Such oaths were seldom invoked as most knew that word would
get around for those who broke trade agreements and would
soon find themselves unable to barter in the world.
Xera thus found it suspicious that the Beggar King should go
so far to convince her of his word that he would return her
things and let her enter his mines in exchange for the stag's
head.
She sighed again. She would have rather blown the whole lot
of them and let them have their way with her in exchange for
her passage as they were well hung and she would be well on
her way into the mines by now instead of walking over miles
of black soil grasslands looking for a large white hart.
Considering the overwhelming physical brute power of the
Beggar King and his men and their not too incompetent martial
skills she found it very odd in deed that they could not hunt
down and kill a single deer?
The deer kept their distance; bounding off whenever she drew
near enough for a good bow shot. But they were all of a
common variety, and her notched single arrow remained sitting
upon her bow with no quarry sighted after hours of searching.
The day had spun its self into afternoon and the sun had
decided to take a nap behind several low heavy clouds that
hinted at possible rain. Storms could strike quickly and
powerfully in the mountains and she muttered as a few heavy
drops began to fall.
But the shower was short and she was thankful for that.
Though the clouds thickened and remained. Darkening the sky
in swirls of purple and gray. Threatening an early evening
and a moonless starless night upon the open plains of the
valley if not a wet night of showers.
Xera looked over her shoulder and eyed the now distant wedge
of road leading up into the wall of rock where the Beggar
King's door sat' the same wall of rock that in turn rimmed
the sunken Valley of Ash on one side with the Three Brothers
quietly smoking walling it in on the other sides.
It would be quiet a chore to lug a stag's head and heart all
the way back to the King's door. If she could even find the
blasted thing. She began to idly wonder if there was even
such a thing. If the mind of the King was not, in fact, as
twisted as his body and he had made the whole errand up for
sports sake at her expense.
Xera's head snapped around. Grablings! The few chittering
three foot high creatures where not a threat at the moment.
But if there were larger numbers of them or she let her guard
down, as say, laying down in an unsecured place, then the
little monsters could be a pest indeed.
Grablings were an odd creature. No doubt the product of some
mage's mistake or twisted whim. They had small heads with
large pale eyes and two sets of hands; the latter used as
feet when they stood upright. They had enormous penises, two
of them, one above the other. And they ate no meat. Being
herbivores. They were all male and could not reproduce.
Instead their sperm spent inside a humanoid female caused her
to lactate for several months. Her breasts swelling up in
size and producing some of the most sweet tasting and healthy
milk known to man. It was said to cure most aliments and sold
in public markets for large sums of money. There were
numerous stories of women actually letting themselves become
im-pugged by Grablings so as to sell their milk and make a
considerable sums of money over time.
Since Grablings did not reproduce their numbers were always
diminishing and once very populous in the fringes of
habitation they now were increasingly rarer and rarer to
find. This was in no doubt due to most predators finding them
rather tasty!
They were called Grablings due to their two sets of hands and
their rather lecherous groping of all female parts that fell
within their reach.
Such almost playful molestations were of course the eventual
prelude to a serious long sexual assault as Grablings were
not only hung with two large penises but they had a rather
excessive 'staying' power and could maintain those erections
for several hours before discharging their spunk.
Xera frowned at the jabbering Grablings who seeing her bow
and arrow quickly disappeared in the now thigh high grass.
They had been apparently as startled to see her as she was to
see them and they beat a hasty retreat upon stumbling upon
her and her weapon.
Still the young girl realized there would be no simple laying
down at nightfall and resting with those little horny imps
running about. And if there were a considerable number of
them in the area then... she began to look for any object
that broke the undulating plains of grass.
She had passed several large boulders earlier and a few
petrified fallen tree trunks large enough to climb upon and
raise oneself up a dozen feet into the air. They had made
good perches for reconnoitring the land but would be no
deterrent for a horny horde of Grablings.
So many deer in such great numbers and now Grablings seemed
to suggest there were not a significant number of predators
in the area. Which was odd but welcome news.
The young busty slim bodied girl began to wonder if the
presence of the Grablings was why the Beggar King had sent
her out into the Valley of Ash?
Surely they would have been no threat to any armed warrior.
If she had enough arrows she could easily take them out
without any effort. But maybe the King had given her just the
one arrow in hopes that the Grablings would overcome her and
leave her lactating. With her already large jugs she could
add to the Beggar King's treasury for several months before
she would run dry.
Was it possible? It seemed rather far fetched. They could
have easily captured a Grabling and put it in a cell and
tossed her there bound with much less effort. That had
happened to her before after all. At the Boar's Head Inn on
the King's Road outside of Whithershinns the Inn keep had
drugged her beer and she had woken up in a in a stock
cleverly built so that the lower half of her body had been in
a cage full of Grablings with the upper half of her body
sticking out to be hourly milked by the Inn keeper and his
crew of thugs.
She would probably still be there supplying an almost endless
source of enriched milk to unwitting customers and markets if
not for that handsome if somewhat dim-witted traveler who had
stumbled upon her confinement room hidden in the stable
thinking it to be the toilet.
It had taken quiet sometime to convince him that she was a
prisoner and to release her; how unfortunate that the near
sighted stud had mistaken a cage of wolves one down from her
own to be yet another cage of Grablings and another
unfortunate women imprisoned.
However once the wolves had finished chewing up the would be
hero they made an excellent distraction chewing up the Inn
Keeper and his band of thugs. While she made her getaway in
high fashion; taking not only several boxes of pilfered goods
from all the travelers the Inn keeper had dropped through the
trap door into the wolf pen over the years, but taken it in a
richly furnished coach with a team of four horses which the
thugs had decked out and used to pretend to be a King's
Dispatch Coach. Thundering past the watch posts without
stopping and secretly laden with stolen goods.
Xera moved swiftly toward a distant blur on the wavering sea
of green and black. It might be another outcropping of rocks
or turned to stone tree trunks felled centuries ago but it
seemed to be several of such instead of a lone individual
bulge on the horizon and thus hinted a hope of a more useful
place of concealment or fortification than the lone islands
she had already passed.
Xera's feet came down on white-gray ash. The now waist high
grass gave suddenly away to rolling hills of ash. It puffed
up into clouds under her feet and felt like shuffed off snake
skin between her toes.
She continued on over the piles of ash; her bare feet
crunching and sinking slightly into the powdery piles.
The ash hills rose up in gentle swells until they broke upon
jagged stone works. Not natural boulders but the ruins of the
once great city that had populated the valley long ago.
Xera moved slowly and cautiously amongst the stunted broken
off toppled columns of charred marble and jagged teeth of
half buried stone walls.
Even in ruins the expansive nameless city showed its once
opulent and majestic might. Carvings, reliefs, statues, all
lay broken and half buried in the all consuming ash.
Upon the high ground of the lost city she turned and looked
back over the expanse of the valley plain.
From her high advantage point she could make out in the
dimming light of approaching evening the green sward
sandbared with long twisting fingers of ash rivers.
The city had been set not in the middle of the valley bowl
but had been set in the far back against the Three Brothers
who rose up above it seething endless plumes of white smoke.
Here perched on higher hills it looked down out across the
valley floor. From this new height she could make out the
indentation of where a river must have once flowed; now
stitched with ash islands and green swaying grasslands.
Xera turned her back upon the spectacle and hurried further
into the ruins which now rose up thick about her in a maze of
ash rooted stone walls and half slumped towers.
The unnamed city certainly, even in ruin, outshone the Beggar
King's place of simple crude stone and iron. Here was
ostentation at every turn; statues sprouted up everywhere at
every turn. And every face of stone, no matter how now
blasted, showed the evidence of skilled craftsmen, etching
even the most modest low nook with high fanciful design.
Perhaps it was the now rapidly dimming light but the statues
were of a grotesque uneasy shape and figure. Monsters of
nightmare surely. They seemed out of place in the rich
workings of colored glass tile and mosaics of semiprecious
stones.
The overall space and layout of fountains and what must have
been courtyards of gardens all so beautiful and gently
crafted with light heart and hands seemed in sharp contrast
to these monestrous statues that dotted the ruins in seeming
chaotic staging.
It was almost as if some other latter race had happened upon
the ruins once so majestic and shinning in the idolized
beauty of form and peace and set up these crude ugly statues
haphazard all about the place.
They simply did not seem to belong. This feeling was further
entrenched when other statues of men and women and animals
would sit upon their ash draped dials showing a wonderful
appreciation for nature and beauty.
The roof of most of the structures must have been made of
wood. For almost all the rooms and hallways still standing
were open to the sky now. But it was a sky falling quickly
into black night and the shadows of the walls had already
swallowed up most of the interiors so that the young girl was
forced to proceed slowly with her bow held out before her as
a blind mans cane.
She was reassured in the dying light of seeing no recent
tracks in the ash covered floors. In fact, there appeared to
be no tracks recent or otherwise in any of the drifts of ash
that choked the doorways and walls. Which she found odd to
the point of where the recent feeling of relief was now
replaced with a tinge of dread.
Most of the larger rooms floors were almost ash free in the
center of the rooms and hallways. The long winds and snows
and rains of ages having pushed and washed the ash into thick
drifts at the edges of the world about her joining in
wreathing the black shadows in humped back sliver.
As such she walked as much as she could in the center of the
passages and thus walked upon the marble tile and mosaics of
strange and odd designs.
It became increasingly obvious even as everything was
slipping into the oblivion blindness of night; that the city
it's self had been built back into one of the Three Brothers.
Or had been built out of one of the Three Brothers which
shouldered high overhead.
Huge sections of stone work had been sheered away from the
face of the mountain but upon its surface one could see the
gapping black maws of where passages had lead back deep into
the collapsed mountain face.
Harden ropy rivers of time pitted lava sat here and there
raised up like giant ebony serpent backs and had to be
wandered around or turn backed from or clambered over with
much difficulty.
Xera pushed further into the maze of opulent ruins. Hoping to
find some secure place she could wait out the night before
light failed her utterly.
Not a cricket chirped, not a fly buzzed, not a sound, but the
slight moaning of the soft wind and the odd skirting sound of
the sand like ash as it swirled about in puffs and bellows
and sad falling drones met the young girls sharp ears.
The young girl drew up short now in pitch blackness unable to
venture further or retreat cursing lowly her ill luck at
being at the bottom of a well, of being naked and armed with
one arrow, of being cast into this odd hodgepodge world by
some smirking 1970's D & D nerds now quantum scientists. Oh,
she cursed them a lot!
Then the full gibbon moon popped out of the black sky and
blasted the clouds into tattered battle flags and spilled a
pale white light so bright upon the reflecting white and gray
ash that it was as if she was standing in a world wide spot
light.
She looked up at the sky and growled. She knew those perverts
were somehow watching her; sending her from one sexual
perverted twisted cosplay rape to the next and no doubt
jacking off their small peckers all the while! She did not
know how they had managed to create this bizarre world full
of impossible sword and sorcery fantasy elements and how they
had plunged her into it, but she knew she would some day get
out of here and kick their scrawny butts into a prison cell
for having done this to her and put her through all of this!
She could almost hear their laughing in the dead eddies of
the higher walled rooms.
Xera sighed and calmed herself and focused back on the task
at hand. So many impossible things had happened to her since
she had found herself transported from her modern world to
this weird junk heap of fantasy bullshit that she was utterly
certain that the men who had done this to her had some kind
of control over the fantasy world its self.
If they had flipped on the moon to give her light so as to
allow her to proceed in her investigations of the ruins of
the unnamed city; then one could bet that there was something
with a lot of teeth and a penis the size of her thigh waiting
for her in here.
The very next doorway had a pair of large metal doors which
thankfully were half open and filled with a drift of ash. She
squeezed her full firm busts through and then wiggled her
full proud bottom through as well to discover a wide expanse
of a pit.
A series of pits actually. The marble floor had fallen away
as well as dozens of rooms and hallways to form a large
moonlit expanse of a sunken pit which in turn gave way to
another large deeper pit and this to another large deeper pit
which fell into the shadow of the cliffs of the mountain
wall. But there seemed to be a deep recess or cavern set back
at the third and last pit into the very root of the
mountainside.
The pits were covered in ash. Sides of ash, floors of ash,
like three large steps of ash puddles leading down into the
hollow base of the mountain.
There would have been no point in continuing down such a
series of steps and she would have turned and left at once
but that there was the dim red light of what must have been
an active lava flow ebbing in radiance from the mouth of the
cavern. And this light so red and warm in face of the cold
gray white of the ash pits held her attention for a while as
she gazed at it.
She was just turning to leave when the marble floor she was
standing upon shifted and gave way tumbling her into the
first ash pit.
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Xera pulled herself to her feet coughing in the shower of ash
clouds her plummet had caused. Her naked body was now smeared
with black streaks where her sweat had turned the ash to
muddy swirls upon her young body. Fresh white ash dusted this
in turn so she looked like a naked busty young girl dipped in
flour.
Her bow and arrow were gone. Nowhere to be seen. She cursed
the shadows about her and after several failed attempts to
climb the ash pit walls she sighed and flipped off the sky
and proceeded down into the second and third pit. Sliding
down the ash sides until she was standing now dusted like a
plum cake before the great gapping cavern and its eerie
glowing red light.
The ash like snow drifts lead into the cavern but soon gave
way to a floor of black solid lava. A few strides and she
could see the very large cave indeed had a river of red and
orange active lava running through it.
This in turn lit up the dark underworld and showed several
bridges and structures both carved from the black stone of
old lava and built out of bricks of the same.
She headed toward the first of several large arched bridges
that crossed the winding river of liquid rock and bracing
against the heat and the fumes she staggered across and
eventually found herself at the final such bridge.
This bridge spanned a great chasm. Immediately upon the other
side of the bridge it entered into the structures which had
been carved out of the rock and built up with stones from the
rock.
This black rock city was not very large in its initial
appearance. It looked like an apartment building of three
floors. Made up out of small courtyards and small rooms and
hallways that suddenly deadened it was a confusing maze that
was lit by the occasional gashes in the walls or floor or
ceiling that let the orange glow of the lava flow shin
through.
Which is to say it was pitch dark with only a few areas of
dim orange glow. Xera moved slowly through the structure with
arms outstretched and feet shuffling.
She was rather surprised and glad when one of the hallways
simply gave out into another black arched bridge spanning
another chasm. She thought she had somehow doubled back until
she noted that the other side of the chasm was not a river of
lava with more bridges leading out into the pits of ash but
instead was an immense city of more such black buildings and
courtyards and arched bridges with lakes of lava and rivers
of such running though it?!
Lava falls fell from the walls along with water falls meeting
below into great geysers of steam. And all along the open
areas of the city she could see black skinned men who moved
slowly and methodically about.
She recognized the men as the monster statues from the ruined
unnamed city above. As such she knew they were not men at
all. The statues she had seen were roughly humanoid in
overall shape but had heavy twisted grotesque heads and limbs
and bodies.
Not to mention the penises which could have fit comfortably
upon the body of an elephant.
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Xera stood in the mouth of the cave that was half way up the
cliff side that fronted one of the sides of the narrows that
made up the Boiling Straights.
Far below her the sails of the un-dead pirates danced upon
the hissing waves.
In front of her stood one of the hundreds of floating islands
that began in the Boiling Straights and then in true stair
tread fashion rose up into the distant sky to disappear in a
huge storm cloud.
The Great Stone Staircase of the Storm Gods was indeed
impressive. Each floating island hovered slightly above and
overlapping its predecessor.
They rose up along the cliff face running past the plateaus
of the birdmen.
Each floating island was covered in birds and jungle.
Xera leaned her naked body against the cave mouth opening
crossing her arms under her huge young firm tits and
pondering how she was to get onto the floating island
tantalizingly only a few hundred yards before her out of her
reach. Then how she would get up to the next island above
that one and so forth until she found herself level with the
bird man plateaus far in the mountains yet above her.
Xera had dealt with the lava men rather easily. It turned out
that the Beggar King had traded all the women of his land to
the lava men in exchange for the lava men working his own
deadly mines for him.
At first the lava men had welcomed this deal but then the
women had become old and worn out and died of old age and the
lava men still found the magical contract which the Beggar
King had made with them forced them to keep working the mines
endlessly.
What the lava men where mining were magical gems that
prolonged the life of the Beggar King and his men; though it
also warped them in body and mind.
To break the contract the lava men needed a certain spell;
unfortunately one of the key ingredients was enhanced humane
milk. Xera had promptly asked to be escorted back up to the
grasslands above and had let the Grablings get their jollies
off and she was soon producing enough milk for dozens of such
spells.
Spell broken; the lava men gave her quiet the orgy of thanks
and hot vibrating penis bangs before escorting her to the
opening in the cliff wall above the Boiling Straights and
parting company with her; she had only wished in hindsight
that she had asked them to retrieve her gear and clothes and
weapons from the Halls of the Beggar King before they left
her naked and alone half way up a towering cliff side!
She could almost hear the laughter of those wicked men who
had done this to her and she sneered and shook her fist up in
the air where she imagined they were back in her world
watching her plight.
Someday she would get out of here, someday she would take her
revenge! Someday she would-
A seagull flew overhead and shat upon her upturned furrowed
brow.
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