The Wanderer: Chapter 1
"You
have failed in your task...pathetic."
Belaal
looked up from where he was kneeling. Pain and fear were obvious in
his eyes. "I do not know what you are talking about. Please,
release me." He tried to stand but was immediately forced back to
his knees with the brunt force of a staff coming along his back.
Belaal cried out in pain as his knees contacted the hard stone floor.
"Please, there must be some mistake."The
man standing in front of Belaal made no move to turn around. "I do
not make mistakes. That, seems to be your specialty."A
low rumble of a laugh echoed off of the walls as the man finally
turned around to look at Belaal. He was not particularly impressive
in any way. He looked emaciated, no sign of muscle. His skin was very
white, as if he had never been outside, but he carried himself with
an air of confidence.Slowly,
the man walked over to Belaal and knelt down to look into his eyes.
"But, I am willing to forgive your mistakes, if you allow me to try
some... tests on you." The man reached a hand out to grab Belaal's
chin, forcing him to meet the man's gaze. "If you do not, then I am
afraid your only option is to be executed. Failure is not something I
take lightly."Belaal
met the man's gaze, shivering with fear. He could not remember
anything, he did not know where he was, and he had no way to try and
escape. He thought frantically. The other man must have noticed his
indecision, as a hand moved swiftly to slap against Belaal's face.The
man's eyes burned, a fire seeming to ignite in their depths. "Answer
me!"Belaal
recoiled as much as he could, but even as weak as the man seemed, his
hand kept a firm grasp on Belaal's head, not letting him retreat from
the gaze.Belaal
blurted out as best he could, "Yes, I will! Please, just let me
go!"The
man's face curled into a hideous grin. The skin on his cheeks
stretching over his pronounced cheekbones. "Good. I was hoping you
would see it my way."The
man stood again and walked back to where he had been standing before.
A small wave of his hand and Belaal was roughly pulled to his feet
before a sack was thrust over his head. Belaal knew better than to
try and struggle. The hands that held his arms were much larger than
those of a normal man and he doubted he would be able to shake free,
even if he did try.Those
who guided him did not seem to even notice that Belaal was unable to
keep his footing as he was dragged away. His feet slid along the
stone floor. He was carried for what seemed like an eternity, first
down hallways that echoed for what seemed like miles, then down
endless flights of stairs.Finally,
Belaal was thrown to the ground. He scrambled away from where his
captors would have been and clawed his way across the floor until his
head met a stone wall. He pressed his body against the wall and tried
to calm his breathing. There were no words from the men who had drug
him here. The only sound was that of a large bolt being thrown and
secured. Then, there was silence.He
waited until he was certain that no one was around, then he reached
up to remove the sack from his head. His eyes were met by a blinding
light. He had to squint to keep the brightness at bay. Eventually,
his eyes adjusted to the light and he was able to take in his
surroundings.Belaal's
mouth dropped open. He had expected to find himself in a dark
dungeon, filled with rats and waste. Instead, he found himself
looking at a lavishly prepared room. A large bed sat to one end of
the room, and a massive stone hearth at the other. Above him on the
wall was a large window, flanked on either side by what seemed to be
doors.Slowly,
he began to stand. He noticed many more items around the room: a
bookshelf filled with books and a table covered with food and drink.
He rushed to the table; he could not remember the last time he had
eaten. He stuffed pieces of fruit and bread into his mouth before
draining an entire flagon of crystal clear water. It was then that he
noticed a sound from the window. It was the song of a small bird,
perched on the windowsill.Taking
a large piece of bread and another flagon of water, Belaal moved to
the window to look outside. He could only stare in wonder again.
Outside of his window he could see a vast forest, stretching beyond
the horizon. Gathering his courage, he moved to open one of the doors
to the side of the window. It opened easily and led him to a small
terrace that overlooked the forest. He moved to the railing and
leaned over. He pulled himself back upright when he saw the hundred
foot drop to the ground. Jumping would be useless, and he doubted
there was enough fabric in the room to make a rope even half that
length.He
turned to look at the small songbird perched on the stone in front of
the window. The bird, in turn, turned to look at him and continued
chirping happily before lifting off and flying out over the forest.
Belaal watched the bird fly away and lowered himself to the ground.
His bread fell from his hand, as did his flagon. He brought his hands
to his face and wept. Why could he not remember anything? Where was
he? He sat on the terrace well into the evening, eventually falling
asleep on the stone, under the emerging stars.He
was woken up by the sound of light tapping on glass. Belaal raised
his head from where it had been resting on his arm. With great
effort, he raised himself up to peer at whoever it was that was
tapping on the glass. He was greeted by a warm smile. A young woman
was inside of his room. Her soft features and kind smile gave him
some hope that perhaps the past day had been only a nightmare.Slowly,
he stood to walk into the room. The young woman watched him the
entire time, always the kind smile resting on her lips. Once he was
in the room, she bowed her head slightly. "Good morning, sir,"
Her voice was just as soft and pleasant as her face.Belaal
rubbed his eyes and groggily replied, "Who are you?"The
woman giggled. "You have been asleep for some time. Perhaps you
would like some more food and drink?" She moved quickly towards the
table; her movements were even more graceful than Belaal would have
thought possible. Her dress seemed to float over the stones. If he
had not caught a glimpse of her foot, he would have sworn that she
was simply floating around the room.He shook his head. "I am not hungry." He knew that was a lie and
hoped she did not hear his stomach as it reminded him of just how
hungry he was. "Please, tell me who you are, where am I, what am I
doing here?" he moved towards the woman cautiously.Once
again, the young woman giggled, her long black hair waving slightly
from side to side as she did so. "Do not worry yourself with
questions. You are safe, and you will not be harmed. As long as you
keep your promise." She flashed him a smile. Belaal recoiled as he
noticed a hint of malice in the smile, but that faded quickly and he
was not sure he had actually seen anything other than her pleasant
smile.Then
he felt his heart drop; it had not been a dream. The strange man, his
failure, his agreement, he could not remember why he had made it or
what he had failed to do. He approached the woman even more, moving
to within a couple feet of her. As he took in a breath to speak, he
caught the scent of fresh flowers and honey. Gods, she smells
good. "You know of my agreement, then? Do you know what I am
supposed to do?"She
gave him another smile before turning back towards the door. "Do
not worry about that. You will need to keep up your strength." She
motioned towards the table and the fresh food that had been placed
there, before she turned and disappeared through the door, locking it
once again.Belaal
slumped into one of the plush chairs. His eyes eagerly surveying the
food. The fruit and bread from the day before had been replenished,
and a large piece of meat had been placed in the center of the table.
His eyes were drawn to a new bottle on the table. Previously, there
had only been water. This new bottle was filled with something else.
Belaal took the bottle and pulled open the stopper to smell the
contents. He sighed as the scent hit his nose. It was the smell of
fresh milk, with a slight hint on honey. He wasted no time in taking
a long drink from the bottle. The contents tasted even sweeter than
they had smelled. Before he realized it, he had finished the entire
bottle. With a hint of disappointment, he set the empty bottle back
down on the table and turned his attention to the other foods that
had been placed there for him.He
had not eaten nearly enough the previous day, and he attacked the
food. He sat at the table and ate for nearly an hour before he felt
he could eat no more. Pushing himself back from the table, he moved
to explore the room in more detail.The
floor was made of clean, polished stone, the walls of the same, the
hearth had been lit and a soft glow illuminated the parts of the room
that the sunlight from the window could not reach. Belaal made his
way to the bookshelf and reached for the first book. The binding was
made of polished leather, smooth and cool to the touch. The pages
were thick and strong. These were very expensive books. He smiled to
himself: if only he could read, then perhaps he would be able to find
something to keep his mind occupied. He spent the rest of the morning
searching every corner of the room, trying to find anything that
might give him a clue as to where he was. He saw no banners, no
indication of any family crest or sigil of any order.Finally,
he resigned himself to the fact that he would not be able to escape
without extensive planning. He pulled one of the chairs over to the
window and sat down to watch the clouds.When
the sun had risen to the top of the sky, Belaal heard the door unlock
and open. He turned quickly, afraid that he had run out of time to
relax and that his captors would once again drag him somewhere to be
executed. Instead, he saw the young woman again. He stood and made
himself look as presentable as possible. His clothing was still dirty
and torn, a fact that he hoped he would be able to remedy soon; he
felt out of place in this room.The
young woman gave him another smile. "I am pleased to see you awake.
I hope the food was to your liking."Belaal
gave her a shy smile in return. "The food was delicious, thank
you." He bowed his head slightly. "Please, miss, who are you? I
would like to know your name if you are to be the only person I see."The
young woman laughed. "Very well, I suppose you should have some
name to call me by." She moved to the table and placed another
bottle of milk on the table along with another tray of food. She then
turned to Belaal and gave him a gracious curtsy. "My name is
Maria. I have been temporarily assigned to ensure your needs are met
and that the Master is able to get what he desires from you."She
flashed him another smile, "So, if you have any needs, you need
only to tell me and I will see them satisfied." Her eyes lit up
momentarily as she looked him over.Belaal
shifted uncomfortably. "I could use a bath and some new clothing."
He looked down at himself, "I am afraid I am not dressed well
enough for these lavish accommodations, my lady."Maria
giggled again. "I will see to it that you are given what you need.
Now please, eat and rest. You need to keep your strength. I will be
back in the evening."With
that, she turned and moved quickly to the door, locking it once
again.Belaal
waited for a few moments after she had left, then he moved to the
table. He reached for the milk first and drained it quickly. He sat
back with a sigh once he had drained the bottle. The milk seemed to
rejuvenate him more than the food could, but he still turned to the
platter of food and ate his fill before moving to lie on the bed.He
placed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. He had
entertained thoughts of staying away from the lavish accommodations,
but if he was to die here, he would take advantage of the comforts
offered.He
did not even realize he had dozed off until he was woken up again by
a soft hand shaking his shoulder. He rose with a start, fearing that
he was going to be taken away again, but he instantly relaxed when he
noticed the young woman Maria kneeling on the bed over his body,
peering down at him. She gave him her warm smile and patted his
cheek. "I was afraid you had died, you were sleeping so soundly."She
giggled and moved off of the bed, motioning for him to follow. The
sun had set, leaving only the fire and a few torches to light the
room. Belaal followed the young woman to the middle of the room
where she motioned to a large tub that had been brought in while he
slept. Steam rose from the water and a tray of bottles sat beside the
tub.Maria
stood beside the tub and looked at him. "You asked for a bath, did
you not?" She giggled again and looked over him a little more
brazenly than before. "I have also brought you new clothes to wear,
but I am afraid that I cannot allow you to put them on until you have
been cleaned."Belaal
moved to stand on the opposite side of the tub. He looked over at
her, waiting for her to leave. When she did not move, he cleared his
throat. "Forgive me, Maria, I must bathe before the water turns
cold."The
woman smiled and moved around the tub to place her hand on his
shoulder, as she leaned in closer to his ear and whispered, "Yes,
you must." Her hand slid down the front of his shirt and came to
rest on the clasp of his trousers. "That is what I am here for: to
help you."Belaal
tensed, unable to come up with a good reason to stop her. She was a
beautiful young woman, after all. Her hand deftly unfastened his
trousers and they fell to the floor. His shirt was quick to follow.His
face blushed slightly as he attempted to cover himself, but the young
woman simply grabbed his hand and led him to sit in the tub. Belaal
was grateful for the water that covered him. He sighed once again as
he relaxed in the hot water. He moved his hands between his legs to
cover his cock from her view. Even though the dim lighting in the
room would make it very difficult to see through the water, he could
not shake the strange feeling of being naked in front of this young
woman.Maria
gave no indication that his subtle attempt to hide himself had been
noticed. Instead, she simply knelt beside the tub and reached for the
large sponge sitting beside the assorted bottles.With
very confident movements she soaked the sponge and began squeezing
the water out over Belaal's skin. She hummed to herself as she
worked.Belaal
closed his eyes and let himself relax a little more. The hot water
running down his skin was a welcome feeling indeed. For a moment he
found himself dozing again, listening to the melodic noises coming
from Maria as she continued her work.Maria
placed a hand on his shoulder after a few minutes. "I see the food
and rest has agreed with you. You are much less tense than you were
earlier." Her hand moved slowly from his shoulder and towards the
muscles between his shoulder and his neck as she began to knead the
tension out of him.This
new sensation forced Belaal from his relaxation. His head snapped to
look at Maria, just in time to see her move behind him and lay her
other hand on him to begin kneading the unattended muscles above his
other shoulder."My
lady... Maria." Belaal tried to turn to face her, but her hands
kept him in place. "This is not necessary, I am sure I can manage
to clean myself."Maria
simply giggled again, moving her face beside his. "Believe me, my
lord, this is very necessary."Belaal
shivered as her breath washed over the moist skin of his neck. His
shivers were cut short when he felt her lips on his ear and then her
teeth lightly scrape over his earlobe.His
cock sprang fully erect in an instant and having his hands try to
cover himself only added to the pleasure he felt. He had no option
but to move his hands away or risk encouraging his own arousal.
Belaal held his breath, hoping that Maria would not notice his
suddenly erect cock straining to reach the surface of the water.Unfortunately,
Maria had noticed. A delighted coo escaped her lips and she bit his
ear even harder than before, causing an involuntary groan to escape
Belaal's lips. "Oh my," she whispered heavily, "that was even
easier than I had expected it to be."Her
lips returned to his ear as she sucked lightly on the skin, sending
bolts of pleasure coursing through Belaal's body.Belaal
became aware of soft, warm breasts being pressed against his back as
Maria's massage became more aggressive and her suckling became even
more sensual. Her tongue flicked across the ridges of his ear before
she returned to his earlobe. He could almost forget about where he
was and the situation he was in. Without even thinking, he let out a
low moan. "Oh, Maria."With
those words spoken, the woman abruptly stopped what she was doing and
pulled away from her contact with him. Immediately, Belaal regretted
what he had said and was just about to apologize before the soft
sound of cloth falling to the floor was heard behind him.He
felt the soft warmth of breasts pressed against his back once again.
Only this time, there was no trace of cloth between his skin and the
hardening nipples, digging delightfully into his shoulder blades.Maria's
hands moved back to his shoulders but did not resume their previous
motions. Instead, those soft fingers slid along his wet skin to rest
on his chest, where she then began to caress him in circles. Every
few seconds, Maria would stop her movements to pinch Belaal's
nipples, causing only a slight amount of pain. A bottle suddenly
appeared in one of her hands and began to pour a sweet smelling
liquid into the steaming water.Maria's
hands dipped into the basin, causing her breasts to slide up the back
of Belaal's neck and over his head before finally dropping in front
of his face, as she leaned over him to do so.Belaal
was suddenly presented with the firm underside of Maria's breasts.
All he had to do was lean forward slightly and bury his face between
the soft mounds of flesh, but he was still too overcome with
disbelief to take advantage of the momentary opportunity he was
presented with.Maria
moved her hands around in the water, causing the sweet smelling
liquid to begin creating bubbles. As soon as she was satisfied with
the lather, she returned to her previous position. Her breasts
pressed firmly against Belaal's back, and her newly lathered fingers
rubbing over his chest."So,
my lord, do you still wish to bathe alone?" There was a playful
tone in her voice that conveyed so much more meaning than the simple
question. Belaal could not answer; he could shake his head as a way
to say no.Maria
laughed this time. A playful laugh that held no condescension, and
the sound of it relaxed Belaal even further, enough to finally find
his voice. "No, Maria, I am enjoying your help.""That
is good to hear..." She leaned in to kiss his cheek before standing
and moving around the tub to stand in front of him, "because I am
not done helping you yet."Belaal
could only stare at her now. Completely naked, she was even more
beautiful than he had imagined. Her breasts, her slim waist and
powerful yet sleek thighs shone in the firelight. He could see a few
markings on her body, most likely some kind of tribal art or
incantations; he could care less where they had come from. He could
only focus on how they wrapped around her skin.Slowly,
she stepped into the tub and lowered herself down to straddle his
thighs. The tub was barely large enough for the both of them, but it
was obvious she was just as flexible as she was graceful.A
big smile showed on her face as she watched him watch her. Belaal
could feel his heart begin beating in his chest when her thighs made
contact with his. The water seemed to become even hotter as she
entered it, but he knew it was just the blood rushing through his
body.Maria
extended one hand to help him close his mouth before her hands
returned to his chest, once again lathering him in soap.Belaal
swallowed hard when she closed his mouth, trying to act like he had
actually seen a naked woman before. Which - of course - he had, but
none so beautifully proportioned as this young lady. With a little
effort, he cleared his throat and took a chance. His hands moved
quickly to grasp her hips before he froze to gauge her reaction.Maria
simply smiled and continued lathering him with soap. Her hands now
focusing on his stomach. Every so often her arm would dip below the
water and she would brush the tip of his cock with her forearm,
causing Belaal to shift uncomfortably as the strain in his muscles
became even more powerful. He could not help but pull her towards
himself, sliding her thighs along his until he felt the smooth skin
of her mons pressing against the sensitive shaft of his throbbing
erection.He
laid his head back and let out another moan, which drew another
giggle from the young woman. "My lord," she let out a small gasp,
"it would seem you have become aroused." With painfully slow
movements, her hands left his stomach and, slowly, she wrapped the
fingers of her left hand around the now painfully sensitive shaft of
his cock. Her other hand moved to cover the head with her palm as she
slowly rubbed it with circular motions. "Would you like me to tend
to this for you?"Belaal
could only muster a nod and a strained groan. It was taking all the
willpower he could find to keep from ejaculating into her palm right
then, but now he was more afraid of disappointing this woman than he
was of the fact that a strange woman was now fondling his penis.Maria
let out a sultry sigh as her hands began pleasuring his cock. Her
left hand moved in slow pumping motions as her wrist turned slightly,
making sure that every inch of Belaal's shaft received equal
sensation from her soft fingers. Meanwhile, her right hand gripped
and twisted the sensitive tip, using the soapy water to let her skin
slide over the pulsing head.Belaal
opened his eyes and stared at the young woman as her arms worked to
satisfy him. He could see that her eyes were closed and her head
rolled from side to side as she moaned during her ministrations. Soon
enough, her hips began to push against his cock and her hands moved
to press his shaft against her stomach as she used the smooth skin of
her mons and lower stomach to rub along his cock. "My lord." Her
voice sounded breathless as she moaned, every time she rubbed along
his cock. "I want you to cum. I want to taste your seed." She
rolled her head back and let out another moan.Belaal
was in Heaven: the heat radiating from between Maria's legs was
seeping into his cock with every movement and he desperately wanted
to ram himself to the hilt in her warm folds, but with each passing
second he grew closer to his inevitable orgasm.Maria's
movements became more urgent as the minutes passed. "Please, my
lord, cum for me. Let me swallow you. I need to taste you."Belaal
could not hold out any longer and his fingers dug into Maria's hips
as his own began to buck upwards. He had finally reached his orgasm,
but he was denied the sensation. He felt a powerful vice around the
base of his cock and he let out a scream at the denial of his
release. He watched as Maria leapt from the tub and knelt beside it.
Her left hand gripping the base of Belaal's cock, trying to stem the
flow of cum. Her head dipped down and she took the tip of his cock
between her lips and instantly released the base of his cock as she
sucked with all her might. Belaal let out another loud yell. "Fuck
yes!"He
felt his seed pour into Maria's mouth and pool around the tip of his
cock, unable to find a path through the seal her lips were forming.
His cock pulsed time and time again, each pulse forcing a little more
cum into her mouth as she hummed in pleasure. After a few more
pulses, he had nothing left to give the cum-hungry woman and he held
his hips in place, enjoying the warmth of Maria's lips as she slowly
let his cock slide from between her lips.As
soon as the tip of his dick slipped free of her lips, she moved a
hand under her mouth to catch the few strands of cum that had trailed
down her lips. Maria sat back and closed her eyes, rolling the warm
cum around on her tongue before finally swallowing.With
a satisfied look on her face, she brought her hand to her lips and
slowly licked the few strands of cum from her fingers, enjoying the
taste to the last.Maria
stood and leaned over to kiss Belaal on the cheek. "You will do
well here, my lord." She moved closer to his ear and whispered,
"Thank you."Without
another word, she gathered her clothing, moved to the door, and
disappeared through it before locking it behind her.Belaal
was left in the dim light, breathing heavily and feeling incredibly
confused. After a few minutes of recovering, he finished his bath
alone and then donned the simple quilted clothing that had been left
for him.The
sky was clear as he stared out the window, still incredibly confused.
Without talking to Maria again, he would not find any answers. So, he
decided to simply fall asleep.He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes with a slight smile. The
last image in his mind before sleep finally took him, was the image
of Maria's lips, sealed around his cock as he pumped his cum into her
mouth, and he only wished that he had been able to give her more.