Rita didn’t know when she
had passed out, but when she awoke she was in a large, stone room. In front of her were four stone thrones, and
behind them, up a wide staircase, was an altar.
Sitting on one of the
thrones was a large, muscular creature.
Its skin was gray, and blue, black veins shone through its sickly
pallor. The creature was leaning
forward, as if watching her. She
couldn’t be sure though, because flesh had seemed to grow over it’s eyes. It was smiling, its thin lips pulled back,
and exposing sharp, yellowed teeth.
“So beautiful.” A long tongue slithered out, licking its
lips.
“Behave yourself
Grath.” A squeaking voice echoed through
the room. It was a voice she
recognized.
Ujin.
The small elf walked out
from behind the thrones, it’s rose cheeks and innocent smile unable to hide the
pure evil that resided in it’s eyes.
“If you don’t want me to
play, then why would you put her in such a revealing outfit?” The creature, who she was guessing was named
Grath, turned it’s head towards the small elf.
Rita looked down. While she had been passed out, someone had
changed her clothing. She was wearing a
white, near sheer, dress. The front was
split down the middle, and the two pieces of cloth connected behind her neck,
leaving her back exposed. The dress was
long, running down to her ankles, and she could see the pink flesh of her legs
through the see through fabric.
“Why am I here?” Rita looked at Ujin, doing her best to hide
her fear. “What do you need me for
me? I’m nothing special! Do you need a virgin? I’m…. I’m not one.”
“Oh, that doesn’t matter,
my dear.” Ujin laughed, throwing his
head back, his little hand resting on his belly. “I just can’t have Grath ripping you to
shreds before you’ve served your purpose.”
“What purpose?” Rita again tried to stand, but she found that
she had no strength. Her legs were like
jelly.
“How about I let your
cousin explain.” Ujin turned towards the
opening to the stone room.
“My cousin?” Rita was confused. She had no family.
Standing in the doorway
was Jean. His hands were in his pockets,
and he refused to look at her. “Hello,
Rita.”
He stepped into the room,
and Rita was pretty sure that Jean had been crying.
“What is he talking
about?” The panic was seeping into his
voice.
“Your father, my uncle,
is the reason you’re here.” He looked
up, and tears still glistening in his eyes.
“He promised you to them, Rita. Your
father promised them your life. The last
of the living Nameless.”
“You’re lying!” Rita slammed her hand against the stone
floor.
“I wish I was.” Jean shook his head. “After he found this place, he was able to
track down the last female descendent of the Nameless. They guided him right to her. He… he took her by force, and you are the
product of that union.”
Rita couldn’t speak. She wanted to scream, to yell at him, and
tell him that it wasn’t true, but part of her knew that it was true.
“When you were old enough
he promised the Servants of the Nameless that you would be delivered to
them. You…” Jean looked away, his voice
shaking as if he was trying to hold back tears, “you are the key to their return.”
“The Dark Scribes had
already set their plan in motion from the first day you were born.” Ujin walked towards Rita. “It wasn’t easy, mind you. Their power was weakened. Guiding you here took all their
strength. They couldn’t even create new
gods, as the Light Scribes had begun to.”
“What the fuck are
Scribes? What are you talking
about?” Rita was shaking her head,
finding everything she was hearing near impossible to believe.
“The Scribes, the holy
men and women of the nameless, the creators of gods and worlds. Through factions of Light and Dark they have
created the balance in this world.” Ujin
was inches from her face now. He reached
out, and with one, doll like hand, lifted her chin so that she was looking into
his round, black eyes. “When the
Nameless decided to leave this realm, they gave up some of their power, and the
balance was shifted. The Dark Scribes
were weakened, and when their goddess, Sumthak, was defeated, they found
themselves with no other choice. They
needed to return to this realm, to regain control. Balance be damned.”
“How… how do they plan on
doing that?” Rita couldn’t look
away. She seemed trapped in Ujin’s
eyes.
“Through you, my
dear.” Ujin giggled. “You are the gateway. You are the last, living Nameless.”
Ujin’s hand slipped from
Rita’s chin, and gently moved down her neck.
Slowly, it slipped past the thin folds of cloth, and gently brushed
against Rita’s breast, the tiny, plaster hand flicking past her nipple.
Rita shuttered. She wanted to say that it was a shutter of
revulsion, but something in her body enjoyed the elf’s touch.
“Why do you get to play,
and I don’t?” Grath was on his feet,
stomping in anger.
Ujin turned to him,
“because I’ll be gentle.”
Without warning Jean
rushed at Ujin, punting him away from Rita.
The small elf flew through the air, and crashed into the stone
wall.
“Keep your hands off of
her!” His face was red, angry. His eyes
looked like they were about to bug right out of his skull.
Ujin bounced right up, as
if nothing had happened. He turned,
looking at Grath. “You want to
play? Play with him.”
Grath just smiled.
Rita watched as Jean
tried to get away, but he couldn’t move fast enough. Tentacles sprang from Grath’s back, whipping
through the air. One wrapped around
Jean’s waist, lifting him off the ground.
Another pushed it’s way into Jean’s mouth, and a third snaked up Jean’s
pant leg.
Rita turned away, closing
her eyes. She could hear Jean’s cries of
pain as Grath ravaged him.
“Stop it!” Rita screamed as loud as she could. “Stop hurting him!”
She turned back, opening
her eyes, and she was shocked to see that Jean was not in pain. No, he was writhing in ecstasy. Grath’s tentacles seemed to slide and probe,
exploring Jean’s body.
“Why should I stop? Can’t you see I’m driving him to the brink of
ecstasy?” Grath was standing now, his
long tongue lapping at the skin exposed where Jean’s clothes had been
ripped. “I’ll give him pleasures his
body has never felt before.”
Jean began to convulse,
his body bucking in wild abandon. His
skin was starting to become blotchy and red.
The blood vessels in his eyes had burst.
With one loud,
uncontrollable moan of pleasure Jean seemed to rip in half, his insides
exploding. Grath growled in delight at
the gory display, and his tentacles retracted, dripping a green, frothy
substance, and dropping Jean’s tattered remains, still twitching in orgasmic
bliss, onto the stone floor.
“You couldn’t wait for
me?” A young woman stood in the doorway
to the temple. “I always miss out on all
the fun stuff.”
Slung over her shoulder
was an unconscious Max.
“Elizabeth, why did you
bring him here?” Ujin looked at the
young woman, annoyed.
“You know Grath’s
appetite. I thought this would hold him
over. You know, keep him away from your
precious Rita.” As if she was throwing
away a wad of paper, she tossed Max off her shoulder, and onto the hard ground
next to Rita.
Max groaned, but didn’t
wake up.
“Why… why did you do
that?” She was in shock, unable to comprehend what she had just witnessed.
“Oh, you haven’t been
properly introduced.” Ujin stood next to
Grath’s throne. “This is Grath, also
known as Justice. As you can see,
Justice is just a tiny bit perverted.”
Elizabeth walked over to
the Grath, straddling his waist. She
lifted her shirt and guided his large hands to her bare breasts. “Thank God for that!”
She began to laugh as
Grath’s tongue whipped violently around her nipple.
Rita felt sick. She had never seen something so vile… so
perverse in her life.
“Then get this over with!” She finally was able to get the energy to
stand. “Just get it done with already!”
Ujin walked up to her,
looking up into her eyes. “Not just
yet. You are the key, but Grath and his
friends are the energy we need to open that gate. We just need to wait for his friends to get
here.” Ujin smiled, his doll like hand
reaching out, gently stroking her thigh.
“They aren’t far now. It’ll be
over soon enough.”
Rita found herself unable
to move.
What the hell did that
perverted little elf have in store for her?
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