Vulun awoke from a disturbed dream. His dreams had always been disturbing, but this one was particularly unnerving; a vision, perhaps. He’d never had a vision before. It had a promise of release and that was never a good sign.<br/><br/>The scream that had awoken him almost made his chin rise up, but his instincts had been hardened not to give in to such distractions. Like all the men and the occasional women in the Circle, he kept his eyes on the floor, and let the Master do what she pleased to whichever of her slaves she wished; even Vulun, when it was his turn. The Master screamed again and it was almost enough to satisfy Vulun’s eternal desire, but never all the way there. His erection throbbed between his parted legs that were shackled to the bottom of the stone bench just below his knees, and his hands, suspended just out of reach, squeezed into fists as he stared at his pulsating crown and took deep breaths of frustration.<br/><br/>When the Master had reached her climax—two, three, maybe more; Vulun had lost count, even though he’d learned to recognize them by the tone of her intense moans—and the men she’d used to take her there were returned to sit in their places at the outer ring of the Circle, frustrated, like Vulun, at the verge of an orgasm that never came—the Master walked on her clattering pony boots straight at Vulun. Surely it wasn’t his turn yet? The Master sat down on his lap and let his nine-inch cock sink into the depths of her gaping pussy, where it throbbed, nearly ready to burst and fill her up with his semen that had churned in his balls for thousands of years. All it’d take was one more thrust, if she’d rise up just one more time, and—<br/><br/>“Vulun,” her soothing voice whispered in his ear. It wasn’t going to happen, Vulun knew, but maybe, maybe if he wished for it just enough… The Master licked his earlobe, “Look up, Vulun.”<br/><br/>Vulun lifted his chin and stared into the abysmal blackness of her eyes, and somewhere deep inside it there was a faint reflection of his face, of his eyes equally void of color, equally empty as a starless sky. The Master smiled, waited, and just after he’d drawn breath, gave his cock another stroke inside her, another promise of release that he was ready to scream for, to beg for, but he knew it’d be of no use.<br/><br/>“Tonight you are no longer Vulun,” the Master said and another twitch of her lower body sent jolts of pleasure up his spine. Vulun expressed confusion but said nothing. The next time he blinked, the blackness in his eyes was gone, replaced with dilated pupils and narrow rings of dark-green irises. The Master continued in her soothing tone, “Tonight you are no longer a slave, no longer my prisoner. Tonight you are Galan from Troy.”<br/><br/>“I was once a great leader—” Vulun spoke with dry voice like reading a verse of a book in his mind.<br/><br/><i>“Thief! Bandit! Murderer!”</i>the Master’s whispers interrupted in his ear.<br/><br/>“—I drove my men to battle the enemy—”<br/><br/><i>“Villagers! Farmers! Civilians!”</i><br/><br/>“—I claimed victory, claimed treasure—”<br/><br/><i>“Pillager! Looter! Ravager!”</i><br/><br/>“—I was once a warrior. I was once Galan from Troy, but no longer. I am Vulun, slave to the Master, servant of the King down below.”<br/><br/>“Tonight you are once more the coward of a man you used to be,” the Master said now with her face before him, “Tonight you will become a sinner and all your time served will have meant nothing again. No matter how hard you resist, you will not be able to control yourself, just like you never controlled your urge when you walked the earth. Tonight you will rape another virgin and she’ll be the last pussy you will ever have.”<br/><br/>The man twitched violently in his chains when the woman began to move her hips.<br/><br/>“Oh I’m sure you’ll want nothing more right now than for me to stop,” the Master spoke and jiggled her round butt so the cheeks slapped against his sweaty thighs, “You’ll want nothing more than to save yourself for the girl and feel that burn in your loin that you’ve felt so many times before. How many women did you violate before Death came to mark your soul? Ten? A hundred? No? Oh yes, you lost count. Was it before or after you deflowered both of your daughters?”<br/><br/>The woman bounced up and down, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, the erect nipples of her flat chest teasing his barely focused eyes, but he held back his climax, refused to come, no matter how hard she ground the cock to the soft walls of her cavity. For five millennia, he’d tried so hard to get off that it now took all his willpower to fight back against his nature—and yet he was ready to burst at any moment now.<br/><br/>“Come!” the Master screamed and banged herself up and down at a pace that blurred out the details of her body from the thousand onlookers that sat in their places on the circumference of the black stone Circle, “Come, Vulun! Fill me up! Have your release! Come!”<br/><br/>“Your words mean nothing to me,” Vulun said through his suppressed moans and closed his eyes, “I am no longer your slave. I am no longer Vulun. I am Galan, Defiler of Troy.”<br/><br/>The Master screamed and moaned and fucked the man, but the stone-hard cock inside her remained in stiff erection and not a single droplet of semen escaped its throbbing crown.<br/><br/>“It’s time,” a deep male voice spoke from behind her, and on that instant, she stopped and stepped off and aside.<br/><br/>“Master,” she said and nodded.<br/><br/>“You will be punished later,” the coated man said and pushed her aside. The shackles on Galan’s legs and arms unlocked on their own and he was free to stand, and even though he knew it was only for the night, a sliver of hope flashed through his pounding heart.<br/><br/>The man walked with him to the center of the Circle and on that instant they were no longer in the room. The black stone by Galan’s feet was still the same, but it was now the floor of a flat, round altar on a small hilltop surrounded by billowy fields. While the cold mist that condensed on his sweaty skin cooled off his arousal, the wind that rattled the tall grass everywhere around him also carried with it the piercing cry of a girl in distress and thus gave his shrinking erection a throb and a promise of release.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>