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The Fifty Eight Days of Gomorrah	By : Sanchica Category: +1 through F > Dungeons and Dragons Views: 2040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
Awkward but meaningful silences

Eric had his eyes open. If he was awake, however, was an entirely different matter. Hank supposed that his friend was still under the effects of the drug the witch doctor had given him because his face didn’t reflect any surprise. There wasn’t anything there, in fact, except an empty and flaccid stare. The former bright and vivid brown eyes of the former cocky Cavalier were opaque… dead.

“Oh… hi Eric,” Presto said awkwardly. “It’s us.”

Hank sat on a chair near the bed. “How are you feeling, buddy?”

Eric blinked once before frowning slightly. He didn’t seem surprised to see his friends at all.

“Where are we?” he asked weakly.

“At some village at the south of the Realm,” Presto replied, grabbing his head. “Don’t ask me about the name, I’m still trying to find out.”

Hank smiled. Good old Presto… always trying to bring a smile even in the worst situations. But this one in particular would take more than innocent jokes.

“Presto did great with a teleportation spell and took us hundreds of miles away from any danger,” Hank said. “You are safe now, Eric.”

Eric didn’t seem to feel any relief for the news, but Hank couldn’t blame him. Probably nothing in the world could cheer him up at that moment, not even if a magical portal opened to take him home.

Eric didn’t say anything. It was like if he hadn’t heard Hank at all. The Ranger noticed that one of his friend’s eyes was reddish and half closed, caused certainly by a beating. Who knew what kind of brutal treatment Eric had been forced to endure during the past two months.

“Hey, what are you doing? Stay in the bed,” Presto said, hurrying to get beside Eric’s side when the Cavalier moved the blankets aside and attempted to get up.

Eric flinched and covered his head with his hands, an instinctive reaction as Hank painfully realized. Presto stepped back immediately.

“Oh… I’m sorry, Eric… I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry…”

Eric lowered his arms, staring uneasily at Presto before lowering his glance as well.

Hank was shocked. He thought he was ready to face the devastating damage inflicted on his friend, but he was completely wrong. Very few times had the burden of leadership felt so heavy on the young Ranger’s shoulders.

“You need to rest, Eric,” he said, trying to sound reassuring. “If you move now your wounds could open again.”

Eric stared at his bare torso and saw the herbs covering one of his sides.

“You better not do that,” Hank said when he saw his friend trying to remove the herbs. He didn’t dare to get closer, fearing that Eric could have another reaction as the one he had had with Presto. The first thing he needed to understand, Hank said to himself, was that Eric’s personal space would be very important from now on. After dozens of days of having his privacy invaded and corrupted, he would need to feel free again, to breathe.

Eric kept one of the herbs lifted up while he looked at one of the gashes at his torso. He didn’t panic, however; he seemed to recognize that wound and the circumstances in which it had been inflicted.

Finally he returned the herb to its place and stared at his friends. “Where are the others?” he asked.

Hank signaled the door. “Outside, probably already sleeping in the other room. They all wanted to be here, but they didn’t want to suffocate you.”

Eric stared uneasily at the door, as if he feared what was behind it. Hank saw defeat in the serious face of his friend, a face he wasn’t able to recognize.

“Can I have some water, please?”

“Sure!” Presto said, running toward a jar on a small table and eager to correct his mistake.

“Do you want something to eat too?” Hank asked. “We have some bread, it’s a little hard but we’ll get you warm and decent food first thing tomorrow morning.”

“I’m not hungry,” Eric said, returning his head to the pillow.

Hank sighed and rested his hands on his knees. He was aware that he had to be very careful how to address Eric in that moment, but he also had a responsibility toward him, so he decided to push a little further.

“You need to eat something, Eric. You are very weakened and you need to recover your strength.”

Hank thought he had seen a slight grimace of disdain on Eric’s face.

“Here!” Presto said, carrying a glass of water on his hands. “I got this water myself shortly after we arrived to this village. I made sure it was the freshest around.”

Presto extended his arm and offered the glass to Eric, hesitant to get closer. Hank felt uncomfortable, certain that such involuntary rejection would only hurt Eric’s shattered self-esteem even more, but the Cavalier accepted the glass and drank all the water in a single gulp.

“Whoa… easy,” Presto said. “You’re going to choke…”

Eric finished drinking and returned the glass to Presto, allowing his head to return to the pillow afterwards. Hank repressed the need to bit his lips in anger. He didn’t know how much time his friend had spent without a proper place to rest.

“Go to sleep now, Presto,” Hank said. “We don’t want to tire Eric, right?”

“Right… Good night, Eric. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Eric nodded slightly, not even staring at his friend.

When Presto closed the door behind him, Hank folded his arms across his chest, feeling more and more uncomfortable. Just what was he supposed to do right now?

“Aren’t you leaving too?” he heard Eric asking him.

“Eh… no, no… I’ll stay here with you.”

“I don’t need you to stay,” Eric said bluntly. “Go with the others and have some sleep. I’ll be fine.”

Hank hesitated. In a way he wanted to leave, to run as fast as he could and keep running until he could force time to turn back. But he was the leader of the group; he couldn’t afford to fail to Eric… not again.

Some minutes passed by in complete silence. Some clouds had obscured the moon outside and the room was almost dark, barely illuminated by a small candle.

“It was you who found me, right?” Eric spoke again, startling Hank.

“Yes… me and Diana.”

Stupid, stupid idiot! Hank reproached himself, wanting to slap his head. He had spoken without thinking what he was saying. That was a very delicate issue and he had let the truth slip without any consideration. What a lousy leader he was turning to be… The last thing Eric needed in that moment was to be embarrassed even more than he was.

“Diana?” Eric asked after a moment of silence, his voice slightly shaken. “Did she… see me inside that dungeon?”

“Uh… yes… I mean, we were helping you, Eric. Please don’t feel ashamed. We only wanted to help you.”

Please don’t feel ashamed? Was that the best you could come up to? You asshole! I should just let Diana take care of everything. This is all my fault…

“What about… Sheila?” Eric asked with his voice trembling. “Did she see me too?”

“N-no…” Great, now you lie. “She was outside, keeping Bobby away…”

“So Sheila did too…”

“Eric, I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have—”

“I would like to be alone.”

“I understand what you feel but I would prefer to stay here tonight, in case you need anything.” I understand what you feel? Of course I don’t… How could I? I would never want to understand it… Am I being cruel for thinking this way?

“The only thing I need is a little privacy. Is that too much to ask?”

Shit… It was dark, but Hank was certain that there were tears coming from Eric’s eyes.

“Eric…”

“Just leave!” Eric snapped, his voice completely broken.

Hank opened his mouth to reply but no sound came out. Suddenly words had been erased from his mind. He sighed and stood up, heading slowly toward the door.

“I’ll be in the other room…” Hank said after opening the door. “If you need anything, I’ll be there… We all will be there for you.”

That’s all he said before granting Eric’s wish.

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DAY THREE

Eric’s return to consciousness was rawer than the one he had the day before. This time the state of oblivion between sleep and awakening didn’t bless him. This time his sore body shouted the indignity he had suffered just some hours ago since the first moment it began to feel again.

Everything hurt, everything… Eric was afraid to open his eyes, certain that he would only see the broken carapace of what his body used to be. Memories of his recent torment translated into images more than feelings. He hadn’t seen Venger’s face not even once during the attack. In fact, Eric had seen nothing but the arch mage’s hand, clawed around his defenseless intimacy. But just that sight had been too much. He would never forget that hand doing what it had wanted with his private parts, he would never forget the stones in the wall before him as the most intimate part of his body had been slaughtered by Venger’s disgusting cock…

It was then when his brain allowed him to realize another part of his surroundings. There was something beneath him that wasn’t the raspy surface of the ledge of the dungeon. There was something soft… even comfortable. Eric decided to open his eyes and found a very different ceiling from the one he was expecting. Instead of irregular stone, he found well polished dark wood, or at least it looked like that.

He wasn’t in the dungeon anymore, that was for sure, starting from the fact that he was lying on an actual bed, with real blankets covering his body.

What the heck had happened? The last thing he remembered was being sure that hell existed while he was being raped by Venger again and again, and now he was alive, sore and outraged but alive, comfortably prostrated on a cozy bed.

He carefully scrutinized the room, fearing that he was not alone, but his eyes saw nothing. That didn’t reassure him, though; he was beginning to understand that privacy was something that would be forbidden for him from now on.

The thought made Eric cover his head with the blanket, wishing that it could be Sheila’s magic cloak instead. Thinking about her didn’t ease his predicament. The memory of the beautiful Thief staring at him whilst Venger raped him would haunt him for life, he was sure. If that mirage had been Sheila indeed… Eric was sure he would have died of pure humiliation. Just the idea of somebody else knowing what had happened made him crazy.

He would have stayed under the blankets if something else hadn’t disturbed him immensely. He had felt it since the moment he had awakened; he had tried to ignore it by keeping his body motionless, but he couldn’t deny it anymore. Ever since his sore muscles had regained sensitivity, he had felt that wet, sticky and disgusting sensation between his buttocks.

Of course… the accursed monster had had his way with him, the complete cycle… Eric was somehow thankful that he hadn’t been conscious to feel the moment in which Venger had ejaculated inside him.

Eric’s eyes were invaded by tears. It sounded awful, yet so simple, but awful. Venger had ejaculated inside him… Just thinking about it was unbearable. Eric shook his head when he thought about his father. What would Mister President of the Huge International Company say if he knew that his only son had been sodomized by a monster? If Eric was a disappointment for him before, just thinking about what he would say now was a torment as terrible as the rape itself. What would his mother say? She would be certainly be devastated and would shelter herself in religion and alcohol, the only two things that had real importance to her. He knew what his cousin Amanda would say, though.

“You are indeed a pussy, silky balls!! I bet you enjoyed it!”

Eric wrapped himself in the blanket and got up, determined to get rid of a little of the filthiness he could at least remove. There was a closed door in front of the bed, locked certainly, but there was another door, half open, to his right. That was his destination. He was relieved when he saw some sort of bathroom, not the kind he was used to, but considering the accommodations he had used as bathrooms during the last three years – namely the accommodations that nature provided – that room with a big, rounded tank of water seemed like paradise.

Somebody wanted him to clean himself. Venger, certainly, but Eric decided to do his best to keep the arch mage out of his thoughts as he removed the blanket of his body, sat at the edge of the primitive bathtub and tried the pristine water with one foot. It was surprisingly warm. Eric felt instant relaxation as he submerged all of his body into the momentary relief the liquid provided. He immediately rested his back on the marble behind him and assumed a fetal position.

He remained motionless for countless minutes, only half of his head outside the water, and that only because he needed to breathe. But what was the point in continuing living? He had been raped and desecrated, and considering what Venger had said about the impossibility of being rescued, he seemed destined to become Venger’s sexual toy until the arch mage got tired of him and used his remains to feed his horse.

It was then when a slight smell arrived to his nose. He raised his head with mild interest and found a soap bar very close to his face. Eric frowned; that was a familiar object, despite not having seeing it for three years. It was perfectly shaped, manufactured by no man, but a machine… nothing like the rough soaps that could be found in the Realm for some coins. That soap bar was from his dimension, some cheap product that the middle class consumed, but it was from his world…

Eric felt something related to happiness for the first time since his arrival to the castle. He grabbed the soap bar carefully, almost affectionately. He took it to his nose and smelled it, feeling for a moment that he was back home. He enjoyed the smell for some seconds before starting to apply the soap bar to his body. Soon some bubbles started to appear on the surface of the water.

………..

Venger smirked when he saw the young Cavalier sitting on his own couch. True, Venger barely used it anymore, but anyway he considered that piece of furniture his favorite, and it was very pleasant to see that the boy had chosen it from the rest of the furniture. The young human had moved the couch toward the bottom of the room, but it didn’t matter. It was even more amusing that way.

He had wrapped himself in one of the blankets from the bed, although the bed itself was entirely made. That boy enjoyed order and cared about his appearance, something that highly pleased Venger.

“I see you found my little gift for you. I can smell that you did,” Venger said, delighting himself with the soft perfume that the boy’s skin emanated.

The Cavalier cringed a little, a sight that would never tire Venger. The young Dungeon’s Master’s disciple was certainly expecting his arrival, maybe not desiring it, but that would change. Venger had endless time to change that slight detail. For the moment, the boy’s fear and shame were more than enough to arouse him, as aroused as Venger had never been before, that was one thing that he had to admit.

“I also hope that you will find your new accommodations pleasant. I recall that your origins are very different from your friends’. You, my young Cavalier, are not foreign to luxury.”

The boy turned around, refusing to look at Venger. That only increased the monster’s arousal.

“Stand up,” he said. His voice had been soft but he hoped that the boy would have understood by now that his commands were to be obeyed immediately. Venger approved with his head when he saw that such was the case.

“Remove the blanket.”

His prisoner hesitated, but did what ordered. Trembling hands tossed the long textile aside.

Venger laughed softly. “My dear Cavalier… you are so amusing. Is that a towel wrapped around your waist? You are really a shy boy, aren’t you? That’s something we need to change.”

Venger didn’t speak, only signaled with his finger what he wanted to see. The Cavalier blushed and bowed his head, but removed the towel and exposed his splendorous nudity.

“That’s much better. Now proceed to the bed.”

Venger’s eyes shone maliciously when they feasted upon the sight of the perfect body of the young man heading towards the bed. Venger felt an intense and pleasant sensation between his legs as he remembered how much he had enjoyed to possess that slim but muscular body, so new to pleasure and so permeable to learn.

“Lie on your back,” Venger said, starting to approach his victim.

He saw the fear and disgust reflected on the Cavalier’s eyes. Nothing that disturbed Venger, though; those feelings would vanish soon, and without the need of any spell.

“Tonight we will play a little game,” Venger said, leaning beside the Cavalier. “The rules are quite simple. You will keep your mouth shout, not pronouncing a single word. Fail to do so and you will learn the real meaning of pain. If that’s understood, nod with your head.”

The shivering young man did so. Venger sneered. The Cavalier was so terrified, so terrified indeed… once again allowing his thoughts to be read as open books. Venger saw, smelled and tasted his fear, his disgust and his contempt. The poor boy was feeling miserable, lower than a worm. All that only increased Venger’s lust.

“Now close your eyes,” Venger said, his order obeyed immediately. “You won’t open them under any circumstance.”

He allowed his body to touch the young man’s skin. Venger expected the Cavalier to flinch and the boy didn’t disappoint him, as he didn’t disappoint either when Venger claimed the crotch of his shivering victim.

My foolish boy… You should have already understood that your private parts are mine to do as I please, and yet you keep resisting… Teaching you will prove to be a very delightful lesson.

The Cavalier’s intimacy was the most delicious fruit itself. Its dimensions and shape the most perfect thing Venger had ever seen, perhaps that was the reason why he had allowed him to live. His hand travelled through the boy’s penis from tip to base, claiming every single inch of flesh as his, possessing it… The same happened with the Cavalier’s testicles, so soft and yet so firm, so shaped to fit perfectly in Venger’s hand.

He could hear a barely audible sob coming from the young man’s throat. The poor boy, doing his best to obey what he had been commanded. Venger was pleased. He had indeed forbidden the young man to speak, but he never said anything about not moaning.

And moan you shall do, my boy…

It had been a while since Venger had that kind of intimacy with another being before the night in which he had given the Cavalier his attentions for the first time. Decades, actually. He occasionally raped maidens to satisfy himself, but ever since his previous life, he couldn’t recall a single time in which he had felt devoured by lust as much as he was being devoured now. What kind of power did that inexperienced Cavalier have on him? It was intoxicating.

He smirked when he saw the good looking face of his victim grimace in both humiliation and disgust. Ah, my boy… I know your mind is being tortured by the way your sex behaved when I touched you the first time, even though back then I only aimed for your humiliation. What will happen now, that I aim for your pleasure?

“Spread your legs.”

The Cavalier hesitated slightly, but he obeyed with short and awkward movements. Venger added his free hand to the labor he was performing on the young man’s genitals. Every one of fingers devoted to rub, squeeze, pinch, pull… Soon his victim’s breathing was clearly agitated, fear not being exactly his guide this time.

Venger felt a wave of lust assaulting his own groin when he saw the Cavalier’s penis becoming erect, a defenseless prisoner within the arch mage’s hands. It grow harder and bigger in a matter of seconds, as the hands of the young man held the blanket beneath as hard as they could.

You are ashamed… infinitely disgusted of yourself. Because you are enjoying this, you know you are enjoying it and you hate to admit it. Now you start to cry… such a pathetic crying creature you turned to be, but how fascinating... You think about that female Thief, of how disgusted she would be if she could see you right now. Maybe I will please your fears again, but not tonight. Tonight it’s only you and me, my Cavalier.

The young man’s stomach started to move faster, signaling his increasing agitation. Success, Venger thought; pleasure was impossible to deny anymore, and the boy knew it. Success…

And then, the audible proof Venger was looking for. The Cavalier opened his delicious mouth and moaned.

He was ready.

“Turn around.”

The Cavalier’s trance weakened, but Venger would give him no time to return to his irrational fears. He helped him to roll over and lie on his stomach. Venger separated the young man’s legs and kept caressing his testicles from beneath. The boy seemed to like the position, as he allowed another moan to escape.

“Good, very good my boy… Now get on your knees. Keep your legs as spread as possible without lowering your body.”

Venger could feel that the Cavalier was not thinking anymore, at least not with his brain. He got to his knees and sank his face on a big pillow beneath him, his genitals dangling defenseless between his legs.

But Venger would keep them waiting; the boy needed to understand his place, after all. When his buttocks were spread, carefully this time, the Cavalier flinched somehow, but remained in the same position even when Venger was not forcing him anymore.

“This” , Venger said, caressing softly every zone between his prisoner’s legs, “is mine. You belong to me, in mind, body and spirit. Mine is your pleasure and mine is your pain.”

The Cavalier moaned in response, his body tensing when Venger grasped his penis and pulled backwards.

“And this,” Venger continued, rubbing with one finger the rim of the orifice that leaded toward the total submission of the boy, “is the seal of our arrangement. You will let me in tonight in acceptance. Whatever is happening right now, my beautiful slave, is happening with your own consent.”

Venger’s desire had reached its maximum level. It ached so terribly to be outside that port of pleasure, but that was something he intended to correct right now. The boy was ready to receive him.

When he leaned on the Cavalier’s back, Venger could feel his fear again. Time had come to terminate it once and for all, or at least to fill it with so many other feelings that the boy would become insane trying to figure what really was happening that night.

This time, Venger chose for a careful approach. He introduced the tip of his own masculinity in the boy’s orifice, feeling him wince with that first attempt.

You feel pain… I can feel it… but there is so much you still need to learn about pain.

Venger returned his attention to the young man’s hanging genitals. They were still hard, waiting to be touched again…

Inch by inch, Venger possessed his slave. He didn’t remember having being so careful before, he actually didn’t remember to have given anybody his full attention since the days of his previous life.

“Tell me when it hurts,” Venger said. “Choose carefully, as it’s the only thing I will allow you to say tonight.”

The Cavalier strengthened his grip on the blankets, but remained silent, as silent as his eventual moans allowed. Venger had almost finished introducing himself inside his slave when the requested words happened.

“There…” the young man groaned. “It hurts there…”

Venger smirked and stopped momentarily, focusing his manhood in moving back and forth without piercing that invisible frontier.

“This is the threshold, young Cavalier, the thin line between pain and pleasure. Dare to cross with me, and I assure you that suffering will be nothing but a distant memory.”

Moaning was the boy’s response. By then, the work being performed on his genitals had reached frenetic levels. His well shaped abdominals were moving up and down so hard, announcing his ecstasy to come.

Venger held his own climax. He wanted the boy to reach it first, he wanted to see it, to feel his body tensing and quivering as he moaned his pleasure to the skies. By then, the boy’s thoughts were so contradictory that Venger knew that what was about to happen couldn’t be contained anymore.

He crossed the line, not caring to ask this time, but certain that the completion of the invasion would be accepted. He completely inserted himself inside the boy, making him moan in both pleasure and pain, the penis of the Cavalier expulsing his ecstasy in a potent stream of pleasure.

And he kept doing it, because Venger didn’t give him any rest, because Venger claimed every bit of pleasure that young soul managed to feel that night.

To be continued.
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