The Wish 5

Continued by Pueros,

based on an original idea by Razor.

Chapter 5 – Torments

(Another place known as Lamorrah)

Pau awoke to see that the three moons had disappeared and that the return of the red sun heralded a gloomy dawn. The illumination of the youth’s new world was not much improved by the later arrival of the smaller, blindingly white, companion orb. The sky remained a strange shade of dark grey, which the now physically resplendent 16 years old found disturbing, as if the very heavens were announcing great peril, as he approached the realm of the Black Queen. However, despite his mind clearly advising him to turn back, his heart, urging him not to be such a coward and to move onwards to rescue the girl of his dreams, was the victor of his emotional torment.

Pau therefore advanced carefully towards the dark ominous gorge, evident between two of the tall, black mountains, capped by dazzlingly white icy peaks, ahead, into which the sinister cavalrymen had led their beautiful naked female prisoner at dusk on the previous day.

Despite the pervading gloom, the light from the suns now allowed Pau to pick his way successfully between the little boulders and cactuses, which dotted the black sand beneath his bare feet, until the youth began to enter the forbidding gorge.

The literally mountainous sides of the gorge were of such blackness that they absorbed all light, permitting no reflection of any kind. The ground underfoot also now comprised just boulders, some with very sharp edges that permitted only very slow progress, given Pau’s unshod feet. The youth could not help but feel deep concern for the bare soles of the young nude girl captive, as she was led along such a treacherous and potentially very painful surface.

As Pau slowly advanced, he came across the telltale signs of the previous night’s encampment of the Black Queen’s menacing cavalrymen, not least the still smouldering remains of a camp fire. However, the youth did not dally at the spot because he was determined to try to catch up with the party in front. He wanted to shadow them towards wherever they were heading, with the hope of somehow affecting the girl’s rescue on the way, before her undoubtedly fateful and probably fatal destination was reached. However, despite the ever-increasing dangers towards which the 16 years old was progressing, his skimpy red loincloth, emblazoned, front and back with a golden phallus, continued to encounter considerable difficulty in restraining the real penile article within its tight confines.

Pau’s splendid body, now infused by many raging needy hormones, was experiencing strange, incongruous, ever-increasing sexual desires, as he remorselessly advanced into ever-increasing danger. These sensations eventually reached such a peak that the youth came to appreciate that they were themselves endangering him, by causing his mind to stray from the perilous task in hand and instead become potentially fatally careless. The 16 years old then concluded that there was only one real remedy to his predicament. His acceptance of the solution was assisted by the fact that the resultant pause to his progress should only be momentary, given his evident libidinous needs.

Pau stopped, gently pulled his loincloth down his slim lithe thighs until his now desperate substantial cock emerged from its confinement. He then began to rub the already erect throbbing member. The youth took only seconds to encourage his wondrous, completely smooth form to shudder violently in intense orgasm, whilst copious spurts of his sacred white seed splashed onto the black boulders of the ground in front of him to end his sexual torment, at least for now.

After recovering from his acute ecstasy, Pau, not wanting to despoil or stain his miniscule loincloth, then used his hands to wipe away extraneous sperm, still spilling from his now uncut cockhead, before, with the usual difficulty, somehow manouevring his sparse garment back into place. The youth’s action was hampered by a large penis, like the rest of his genitalia now completely devoid of hair, that seemed to fight against the idea of being re-covered. Redressing, in fact, consequently took longer than masturbating before the 16 years old was once more on his way along the sinister gorge, which was becoming gloomier and gloomier as the steep black mountainsides became an increasingly more important part of his environment.

(Castle of the Black Queen, same time)

The Black Queen once more looked down on the castle courtyard from a large open window in a nearby tower. The evil but beautiful woman watched the young brown haired and eyed female’s sumptuous but now dead body being gradually extricated, by several royal guards, from the pole that had fatally impaled the poor female victim.

The Black Queen then returned inside to her bedchamber and sat in front of the large, milky white crystal orb that rested on a table. “Answer me,” the evil monarch commanded, “where is he now?”

The milky whiteness of the orb then dissipated, to be replaced by a view of an extremely beautiful youth, clad only in a tiny red loincloth, emblazoned with golden phalluses, picking his way gingerly along a narrow black gorge.

“Excellent,” remarked the now smirking Black Queen, before she departed her bedroom for the huge torture chamber her castle possessed, deep in its dark dank underground bowels. The evil monarch wanted to check that the many instruments of torment contained within were ready to receive her imminent, beautiful, young male and female guests.

When the Black Queen eventually arrived in the very well equipped wicked facility, she gave particular attention to ensuring that the castration tools, which would provide her with overwhelming power for eternity, were both in place and ready for action. She then wondered which of the other evil implements she should use to provide her visitors with preliminary entertainment.

(To be continued in chapter 6 – ‘Welcomes’)