Tuesday, March 20, 2012

A Pair of Briefs Full of Muck (part I)

Departing from Tesso

In Stygia, the sand got everywhere. In the murky wetlands of the north, the muck could just as easily get everywhere. The ground being the undulating mess of fetid water pools broken by mossy tracts of sticky mud, it was pretty much inevitable that she was going to take a bad step and plunge into the ooze. When she finally did, she had the quickness of balance to go down on her ass and not face-first, but it left her with a pair of rubber pants veritably filled with clammy, sucking slime. Watertight that they were, the fit wasn't perfect, pooling her cunt in the cold mud.

Every handful of the goo was seemingly alive, and she’d come up with leeches on her thighs and calves, pestered by biting and stinging insects. Worst of all though were the worms; pallid and bloated maggots of abnormally huge size, some as long and thick as her little finger, that were squirming and slithering in her short pants after the bottoms had been dunked in the ooze. She had picked some out but wouldn’t be able to ever get them all out, nor did she really care to bother trying.

Crossing the Wild Lands, sword ready with Acheronian ruins on the horizon ahead

The backside of the briefs loaded with the clinging slime, her genitals were squirming and wriggling with worms. Disgusting as that might sound, the grubs were well-lubricated, sliding with a peristaltic motion that kept her massively aroused. Many would question how something so utterly nauseating and terrible could feel so good, but the collared barbarian blonde knew Hyboria was rife with such sickening, dark pleasures.

The entrance to the marshland gullies called The Maze

Of course she knew that; such perversions were the very reason that now found her in the midst of these hideously dangerous muck-filled gullies stripped down to nothing but a heavy iron slave collar and a pair of tight, rubber pants squirming with fat worms. Feeling the worm-mass shift deeper, she realized they were slithering up her cunt and asshole now. Already wrapped around her hardened clit, she was inexorably forced toward a obscenely wet climax. She had definitely found her pleasure in here already- now she just had to find her pain…it was in her somewhere.

Hints of webbing line the walls...

A festering, dark scar through the Aquilonian Wild-Lands, result of an ancient local cataclysm that deluged the place in a massive flood…so said the local legends and even the tales back in Tarantia. Over the lands the water had surged through the sprawling ruins of ancient Acheron, churning out black between blasphemous spires and stones, and washing into the low parts of the countryside: The boggy mess now known as The Maze, and the promise of a few gold coins by the locals back in Tesso had perked her interest in the mission; the threats of the horrific, bestial violence that might be inflicted on her half-naked body had convinced her she had to come.

Carefully she proceeds, the ground treacherous

Less than a ten-day ago she’d met her death up in the Border Range, at the hands of a female Nemedian warrior she’d encountered. They’d traded blows, but she’d let her guard down. The snug leather breastplate her antagonist had equipped barely kept her well developed breasts from spilling out. The extremely short tasset the female fighter was wearing had Kiri focused on the leanness of her toned thighs, the way the garment barely covered the breechcloth she wore underneath. It was more than enough distraction for her opponent to drive the pommel of her sword between Kiri’s legs, mashing her clit against her public bone. Stunned and staggered with her legs apart and precariously balanced on weak knees, it gave the Nemedian time to seize a nearby bladed pike, and shove the point squarely into her genitals.

The first solid hint of the giant spiders that lie ahead

The thrust had been fierce; the point of the weapon had speared clean through her crotch, coming out between her buttocks and through the backside of her briefs. A shockingly appalling mass of blood spurted and gushed onto the rocks and paving stones of the roadway. Stunned, Kiri recalled looking down dumbly at the shaft skewering her hips just before the horrifying pain ripped through them. Gasping as she spit blood up over her bottom lip, the blonde barbarian couldn’t even scream, so bad was the pain, collapsing to her knees, then falling on her back.

The Nemedian warrioress firmly seized the shaft of her pike and drove the point into the ground, pinning Kiri’s hips to the earth. A second female warrior appeared to enjoy the spectacle; producing a jagged, rusty blade she sawed off Kiri’s teats, the severed glands flopping wetly into the grass as she tossed them aside, the women stepped back to admire their handiwork.

The blood loss was horrific, and even though her hardened pain threshold kept her fainting outright, it was the pool of blood spreading beneath her as it furiously pumped out between her thighs and ran down her chest in twin rivers that soon did the job, and Kiri slipped into blackness- the jeering faces of her killers the last thing she saw, but for a short time after she still heard their laughter…echoing quietly into the blackness.

The shadows deepen as the craggy stone walls rise taller

She awoke with a ragged gasp that heaved her bony ribcage and filled her starved lungs like flaccid, emptied water skins. Her body, though scarred and crusted in dried blood, was in one piece- same as it always was, at least a hundred times before. She really didn’t know the exact number; she’d long since lost count, but that was what it meant to be The Victim of The Prophecy. Her destiny ensured Hyboria would get far more than a pound of her flesh…Hyboria was a primal place, shaped by sex and violence, and there were many, many fiendish methods of sexual violence she could face torture and death by.

It was all prologue for her final destiny, almost practice for the horrors to come, but she was bound by it. As told her by the thief Keaira, as flotsam on the sea of fate, she didn’t get to make choices. Kiri was long at the point where she wouldn’t make another choice if she could.

Back in Tesso she’d gained another contact in recent weeks, that involved a messenger to the wastelands near the Stygian city of Kheshatta, but while she was in Aquilonia still, there was questing here.

Only a few gaps can be seen through the massive web curtain

More webs threaten the path ahead...

Armed with one blade, she is clad only in her her slave collar and tight briefs

The mud and stinking ponds soon led to thick curtains of webbing, clearly from the massive spiders. The water deepened as she passed the first of the enormous webs that covered nearly the entire width of the rough gully. Beyond the water deepened, until the pools were nearly up to her crotch. The surface was viscous, almost oily, loaded with floating rot that made the water sickly green close to the surface and nearly black further below. The place smelled terrible, enough so that she knew she couldn’t possibly make it any worse, with nature pressing at her swollen bladder. Parting her legs a bit, she pissed straight into her briefs, producing dark runnels of amber tinted with liquefied muck that dribbled nosily into the bog.

Clearly the danger is growing

The clammy water pools deepen on the path

Even the shadows seem to twitch here, death and pain are close

The gullies widen and divide, the abode of dangerous, carnivorous plants

Her pantied ass is ready for the pain and horrors to come

Here and there the webbing appeared, growing more frequent, and soon she saw the spindly but huge carapaces of the spiders that wove them, lurking in the shadows. The bloated worms were still surging and pulsating within her cunt and rectum, releasing streams of clammy slime that dripped from her sodden briefs and plopped into the water, keeping her breath at quick, shallow and audible gasps, forcing her onto a sharp edge of terror and arousal as she went deeper into the dark maze, until she spied the huge, dangling egg sack…

The mists press in along with the muck

Ahead, the terrible shape of a colossal egg pod...

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