The Wish 4

Continued by Pueros,

based on an original idea by Razor.

Chapter 4 – Blacknesses

(Another place)

Pau noticed his surroundings becoming darker and darker as he carefully followed the trail left by the sinister cavalrymen, universally ugly, bearded, dressed from head to foot in black leather and sporting helmets adorned with a variety of exotically unworldy horns, and their beautiful naked prisoner. The bright yellow sand had turned into increasingly darker brown hues until it too eventually became black, as if it were rough-grained soot. The purple rocks had similarly changed colour until they were distinguishable only by their size from the surface of the vast plain the youth was traversing. The sky had also altered, becoming dark grey instead of bright blue. Only the two suns beating down from above kept their original tones, the larger orb being red and the smaller a blinding white.

Pau had deliberately kept the party he was tailing just beyond the horizon for fear that he would be spotted as he trailed across the vast expanse, flat and featureless apart from the occasional rocky outcrop. The youth’s aim was to wait for nightfall, whenever that would be, before approaching the cavalrymen’s encampment to make his attempt at rescue of the beautiful nude damsel in distress. However, as the long journey progressed without pause, the 16 years old began to wonder whether it ever ceased to be daylight in this amazing but dangerous world he now inhabited. It was certainly darkening but eerily and without any signs of the suns setting.

Pau’s now splendid young form began to experience goose pimples, but not through any sudden chill because the weather remained unpleasantly dry and hot. Instead, the tingling shivers that now began to infuse the youth’s new wondrous body stemmed from his freshly acquired acute instinctive intuition, which suggested to him that he was being led into great and probably mortal danger.

Pau’s throat was also beginning to dry again but not just from thirst for he was afraid, although not as much as he would have been if he were still Paul. However, the youth was not overly concerned for his own welfare, being instead much more anxious that he would not have the opportunity to rescue the splendid girl before the Black Queen’s domain was reached.

Paul would undoubtedly have long since reversed his path. However, that youth lived on Earth not Lamorrah. Here, the 16 years old was Pau, son of the God of Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess of Love, Zamanna.

Pau, now truly convinced about the reality of his situation, appreciated that many would be seeking him, or rather his magnificent genitalia and their divine product, and that Lea had specifically warned him to stay clear of the realm of the Black Queen. However, he simply knew that it was his destiny to try to rescue the girl of his dreams from evil.

Some of the mountains, capped by dazzlingly white icy peaks, which had formed the distant horizon all around, very slowly seemed to gain width and height. They were of a deep blackness, which permitted no reflection and which the youth, either as Paul or Pau, had never seen previously.

These tall mountains eventually dominated the view in front, as the cavalrymen remorselessly led their young female captive and the secretly following Pau towards what looked like a narrow rocky gorge separating two of the lofty peaks. It was then that the youth realized that darkness was finally beginning to descend on his new actuality, as the two suns overhead started at last to fall towards their respective horizons and three small moons emerged from the opposite direction.

Pau’s existence soon turned completely black when the suns disappeared, their trio of replacement similarly sized moons bizarrely providing little illumination on the world he now inhabited, despite all being full and accompanied by many stars in strange constellations. Previously, the youth had managed to notice that the mounted soldiers and the beautiful naked girl they were escorting had entered the gorge just before the night had engulfed them in its ebony cover. He presumed correctly that they would establish overnight camp in the narrow canyon. However, the 16 years old’s original plan, to rescue their wondrous young captive under cover of darkness, now began to seem silly because he could see nothing in the intense all-enveloping sable gloom.

Pau could only now discern the huge mountains ahead from the sky above by the absence of stars in their towering forms. He could also not see some of the little boulders and cactuses that had begun to dot the black sand beneath his bare feet. As a consequence, the youth began painfully to bang his toes against, and trip over, the stones and stand on sharp prickles. The 16 years old could not help issue agonized exclamations as he did so. He additionally began to hear many scary noises.

Pau had thought the vast plain devoid of animal life but what he now heard disabused this idea. There were lion-like growls and wolf-like howls. There were slithering sounds, as if huge snakes were sliding across the sand nearby. However, it was actually the less perceptible quieter noises, whose cause and origin were impossible for him to determine, that really gave the youth most concern. What if, he thought to himself, some of them represented returning cavalrymen, somehow aware of his furtive pursuit and set on entrapment?

It was therefore a combination of factors that caused Pau to terminate his journey across the sandy plain just before reaching the stony gorge, which he recognized would probably be full of loose rocks. The youth now appreciated the undoubted folly of trying to rescue the girl of his dreams in such circumstances. Salvation might have been possible if the cavalry encampment had been established in the middle of the horizontal vastness. However, the 16 years old’s approach towards the cavalrymen’s temporary overnight abode in the more vertical and perilous surroundings of the mountains would almost certainly be detected, as he continued in the pervading blackness to stumble, often excruciatingly and noisily, on the various impedimenta that had begun to mar his way.

The youth also began to fear what the sudden surrounding sounds meant, not so much for his own safety, because Pau, as opposed to Paul, was courageous if not entirely fearless, his new form still permitting him alarm because all beings gain sensible perspective from such an emotion. The youth instead recognized that it would serve the beautiful girl ill if he recklessly allowed himself to be captured by the cavalrymen or devoured by a creature of the night. The 16 years old, inspired by freshly acquired wisdom, therefore judiciously sought shelter in which to wait for dawn.

The main argument against such action in Pau’s mind had been concern that the girl’s captors might make use of the overnight stop to abuse, even rape, her. However, the youth’s worry was deflated by perceptive appreciation that, if the cavalrymen had intended to perpetrate such wicked deeds, they would have done so when they had caught the delectable naked young female at the waterhole. The 16 years old now presumed correctly that they probably feared the consequences of such indulgence, not, of course, from the escapee from the Black Queen but from the dreaded despot herself.

It was somehow evident in Pau’s mind that the Black Queen would want the girl’s magnificent body for her alone to abuse, when inflicting her planned awful revenge on the beautiful fugitive. The youth therefore sought his own overnight shelter with a clear conscience.

Fortunately, Pau, by now shivering with genuine cold because of the chill that the night had brought to his new world, did not have to grope blindly through the darkness for too long before stumbling upon one of the now black rocky outcrops, in which he discovered a small cavity. The youth lay down in the welcoming space and huddled himself up, knees against chin and arms wrapped round legs, to retain as much bodily warmth as possible, before drifting into a dreamless sleep, despite the continuing disturbing sounds from all around.

(Castle of the Black Queen, same time)

Another beautiful naked miscreant girl, hands tightly bound behind her, was brought by a pair of the Black Queen’s evil-looking soldiers into the main castle courtyard, illuminated by many wall torches. The young brown haired and eyed female’s sumptuous body, spoilt by many signs of cruel beatings and torture, was quivering, not from the chilly night air but in rightful trepidation, and this only increased when she saw the wooden platform on which she was to die. This well-used structure was surrounded by many cowed spectators from the adjacent oppressed township, compelled to be present not only by morbid curiosity but also by command of the dreaded despot.

The fruitlessly resisting girl had to be dragged up the steps to the top of the platform, where the hooded male executioner, displaying a hirsute bare chest, awaited her. Meanwhile, the Black Queen looked down on the scene from a large open window in a nearby tower.

For this particular execution, there was no chopping block on the platform for beheading the condemned prisoner, or scaffold for hanging her, although trap doors that would send the girl to her doom were present. Instead, emerging from the middle of these doors was a narrow tall metal pole, firmly embedded in the ground below.

Once the two escorting soldiers had brought the girl, by now pleading uselessly for mercy, immediately before the pole, the tapered spiked end of which extended upwards to the young female’s navel, the executioner read out the death proclamation, bearing the feminine despot’s seal. This decreed that the Black Queen’s miscreant former slave would meet her end very slowly and agonizingly for trying to escape, with one accomplice still being sought, the monarch’s service.

After reading the announcement, the executioner nodded to the girl’s guards and went to stand by a tall wooden lever. The soldiers then picked up their fruitlessly struggling and screaming young charge and began to impale her rectum on the carefully positioned spike. This action had the seemingly incongruous by-product of inducing their female victim to become suddenly silent and still as she felt the cold metal enter her, although this reaction was actually induced because she did not want to add to the damage now being afforded to her rear.

The girl’s painful irreversible slide onto the large metal protuberance was soon halted when the delicate tips of her toes hit the wood of the trap doors, off which her guards now eagerly stepped, leaving their young charge alone on the contraption to meet her fate. The executioner looked at the Black Queen in the window high above to receive the appropriate signal. Meanwhile, having being temporarily stabilized on the terrifying steely anal intruder, the condemned female restarted her tearful pleading.

The Black Queen paused before giving the required signal, because she was thoroughly enjoying the scene below. There, she saw her beautiful petrified former slave girl, who had often shared her bed, impaled on the metal spike, but not as much or as fatally as she would soon endure. Many spectators, probably sharing a mixture of diverse emotions, ranging from deep appalled pity to acute erotic excitement, were also waiting almost breathlessly for what was about to happen.

The girl’s gorgeous lithe body, slightly oiled as part of her grooming for this final event of her life, glistened alluringly in the torchlight. It was not just many of the watching males who were perversely stimulated by her plight and the sight of her deliciously buxom breasts, crowned by alluringly rosy nipples and pounding in tandem with her racing terrified heartbeat, or by the vision of the little patch of dark pubic hair that guarded her vagina.

The Black Queen’s hand ran down her own very attractive clothed body to where her own vagina was located under several elaborate rich layers of dress. Nevertheless, her clitoris was soon being secretly erotically rubbed whilst her other hand rose to signal the beginning of the end for her former sex slave.

A terrible shriek reverberated around the courtyard below when the executioner pulled on his lever to open the trap doors underneath his latest young victim. Slowly but relentlessly, gravity then began to perform its awful work. Permanent blackness could not now come too quickly to the beautiful young victim’s sensuous brown tear-stained eyes.

(To be continued in chapter 5 – ‘Torments’)

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