By Melite
This story contains scenes of non-consenual sex and/or extreme violence. If you are disturbed by this type of scene or if you are underage, please read something else.
Hercules/Iolaus/Ares/other characters belong to Universal Studios and Pacific Renaissance and no copyright infringement is intended. The author is just having fun.
No longer in chains, Kitila dressed quickly and left Ares temple. Back in the forest she ran till she was out of breath. Tired, she slowed to a walk and that’s when she heard the horse. Turning she saw a black horse with a black clad rider, racing at full speed towards her. <not again!> She ran as fast as she could but he soon caught up with her.
He jumped off his horse and she turned to face him, readying her staff. Before he had a chance to say anything she swung at him, hitting him on the arm. Then she spun and high kicked at his torso. He was ready, caught her foot and held her up in the air, reached for a rope on the saddle, while she pummeled at his legs. Flipping her down on her stomach and knocking the air from her lungs, he sat straddling her bottom. He quickly tied her hands behind her back, then turning around and facing her feet he bound those as well.
Picking her up and laying her over the horse, he got on and rode off. <NO NO NO> She thought she had a bad experience with Ares, this was ‘The Sovereign’.
They arrived at a large abandoned house located near Ares temple. Taking her off the horse, squirming and screaming, he slung her over his shoulder. "Oh yeah, this is gonna be good," he said smugly. He carried her into a large room and flopped her down on the bed. <oh no not again> Then he walked to the door and bolted the top.
"What are you doing, why have you brought me here Sovereign?"
"To claim what’s mine."
"I’m not yours, <what is this claiming thing with gods anyway?> I belong to HerKuleS."
"That’s what I’m counting on, wench." Taking a huge knife he walked towards the bed, delighting in the way her eyes grew wide. Rolling her on her stomach he sliced the ropes off not being concerned that he nicked her with the blade. Then he sat down on the bed, grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of him. <damn he’s gorgeous>
"Take off your clothes," he said, hungrily staring at her. Shocked, she slapped his face and screamed, "No!"
The murderous look in his eyes made her turn and run for the door. The bolt was too high for her to reach so the door wouldn’t budge. He unhooked his leather strapped vest as he came up behind her and dropped it on the floor, then braced his hands against the door on either side of her. Turning she was inches away from those blue eyes. <but they don’t belong to HerKuleS> "Do not toy with me wench, you will be disappointed."
"I’m not afraid of you," she said swallowing hard.
"Don’t worry, you will be."
Evil shone from his eyes. Reaching around, he grabbed her bottom and picked her up, crushing her with his grinding pelvis. His lips came down on hers with a roughness she’d never felt before. <damn he smells like HerKuleS> She struggled but he just followed her lips as she turned her head from side to side. Grabbing a handful of his hair she yanked down. Dropping her he reached for her hand and dug his thumb into her wrist. She released his hair and he pulled her to the bed.
Putting her over his knee, he pulled her short leather skirt up and gave her bottom five hard smacks. In shock, she gasped and turned her head to look at him. He had the nerve to wiggle his eyebrows at her. Infuriated, she made a fist and pummeled his back with it. However, that just got her five more hard smacks. <oh great, just make him even madder> She lay still, not breathing, wincing at the pain from her bottom, which hurt like Tartarus.
When he saw that she was through fighting, <for the moment> he pulled her in front of him again. Embarrassed she looked away from his face and down at his bare chest. <that was a mistake, damn he’s sexy> Mortified at being caught gawking at his chest, she looked away. After a minute passed, she could swear she heard him grinding his teeth and nervously looked back at him. Venom coming from his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Take off your clothes." <why aren’t you HerKuleS, saying that to me?> She looked back to the door, that was useless. Looked around the room for an escape but there was only two windows that were too tall for even him to reach. "Unless you want me to cut them from your body?"
Kitila spun her head around and saw he was holding the knife again. <don’t give in this time> She shook her head no. Staring into those eyes, she tried to remember they didn’t belong to HerKuleS.
"You wouldn’t dare..."
A puzzled look came across his face and said, "Why not? It doesn’t matter to me whether you bleed or not. Now...take off your clothes, before I cut them off you."
"I won’t give in this time." she said determinedly.
Sovereign stood and cut the ties at her chest, grabbed the back of the vest and pulled it from her body. Then he sliced at each tie around her waist, not caring that he nicked her tender flesh at each cut. Her skirt fell to the floor and he raked his eyes over her body hungrily. <not again Zeus, not again> Humiliated, she stared straight ahead, fists at her sides and fought back the tears.
"Damn if you’re not beautiful, too bad you waste it on that alternate of mine."
<you rat, may you drop dead>
Reaching under the bed he pulled out several handcuffs and chains. Selecting one pair he said, "Put your foot on my knee."
Kitila looked down in horror and said, "Forget it, I’d rather die than be chained again." <you really think that’ll work?>
"Oh? That can be arranged." She flashed her eyes at him, while he just grinned wickedly. "No? Well then another spanking," he said grabbing her wrist.
"NO!" she yelled.
"No? Oh, you want me to use the whip?" He was enjoying this.
"NO!" she screamed.
"Well, which one, spanked or whipped?"
"Ohhh, neither," she said, stomping her foot.
"Well, since the whip’s not handy," he pulled her across his lap again and gave her five more hard smacks. <oh this is not going well> Setting her on her feet again he said, "Put your foot on my knee."
"NO!" she said stubbornly. He repeated with five more hard smacks setting her in front of him again. Her bottom stung so much she could hardly breathe, so she shakily brought up her foot and placed it on his knee.
<you’re not giving in, just stalling, that’s it>
Sovereign clamped one of the cuffs around her ankle and said, "Now the other foot." She obeyed. She looked down at her chained feet and noticed these were different in appearance, smaller and smoother than most handcuffs. Oh yes, female bondage, she thought sarcastically. "Give me your wrists."
Kitila didn’t move so he raised an eyebrow at her. <why does he have to be so damn sexy?> "You mean your bottom has stopped stinging and you’re ready for more?" She held her arms in front of him. <you’ll have your day dog> Snapping them shut, he said, "Kneel down." Her eyes stared in horror as he held a larger one in his hands. It was large enough for her neck. <no way!> She lost track of how many times he took her over his knee and still she refused to kneel. Each time left her gasping for air. She had to lean on his knees to keep from sinking to the floor but she didn’t kneel. <this will get you killed> Finally, her bottom about to blister, she lowered herself to her knees. She pleaded with her eyes not to do this, fighting back tears. Ignoring her, he clamped the large cuff around her neck. When she heard it click shut, she closed her eyes tight. <he’s won, you’re his slave now> Broken, she hung her head in shame.
Grabbing her face and pulling her up he kissed her, forcing her mouth open with his tongue and sealed his victory. Taking the collar in his hand he pulled her over to the wall. Attaching the chain on the neck cuff to the ring in the wall he locked it. Throwing a couple of furs down at her feet he turned and walked out of the room.
She sank down onto one and pulled the other around her. She was alone. There was no one to see the shame in her eyes.
The next morning she awoke, sat up and promptly winced from her sore bottom. The Sovereign was asleep on the bed snoring softly. She looked at his face and sighed, he was so handsome. <after what he did to you last night? you must be insane>
The Sovereign awoke soon after and went to a trunk, digging around till he found a sheer gown. He handed it to her, unlocked her from the wall, told her to go wash in the basin provided and put the gown on. She quickly obeyed as she felt dirty and was eager to cover her nakedness. That done, he wrapped the end of the chain around his hand a few times and led her out of the room.
A servant girl brought them a small breakfast, then they went the main hall where he actually had a throne. He conducted business most of the day with him sitting on the throne and she chained to it. He was trying to raise an army while here, waiting to go back to his alternate world.
What she was doing here she couldn’t imagine. Well, his play toy was one guess. Several times a day he pulled her on his lap facing him, lowering her straps and exposing her breasts. His face would turn lustful as he stared at her and fondled them. Even though the soldiers were at her back and couldn’t see, she was still mortified. She tried smacking his hands at first but he just chained her hands behind her back. <oh that really helped> Kitila had seen that look of desire before, but it was on the face of her beloved HerKuleS. In some ways they were so much alike it scared her to the core. She could almost believe that it was HerKuleS except that damn goatee spoiled everything. <this is ridiculous>
Something happened which put him in a better mood than normal and he ordered the serving girl to bring them a carafe of mead. He chained her hands in front again, so she could drink of the sweet liquid. She slowly sipped her mead while warily watching him chug several goblets.
For the evening meal they sat at a very long dinning table, three of his soldiers at one end, him at the other. He had pulled her onto his lap, took the plate from the girl and told Kitila to feed him. <oh I’ll feed you all right, to the dogs>
There were no utensils so she picked up a piece of meat with her fingers. He pulled the straps on the gown down while feasting his hungry eyes on her. She put the meat into his open mouth but before she could pull away he’d closed his mouth around her fingers. She started shaking as he sucked the gravy off her fingers. <damn you for looking just like HerKuleS> Each time he repeated this, it sent tingles down to her insides. When he’d had his fill, he fed her. His hand stayed in her mouth, <damn he even tastes like HerKuleS> she sucked lightly on his fingers, swallowed the meat then bit down hard. "Owww!" he roared, digging his other hand into her throat.
Kitila opened her mouth, releasing his fingers. They glared at each other, both breathing hard. Picking up their goblets, he handed one to her while he chugged his own. Slamming his down on the arm of the chair he watched her sip hers. Impatiently he tilted the goblet back forcing her to drink faster, spilling it down her chin, neck and breasts. This was his plan. He held her hands captive while he licked the sweet liquid from her neck and breasts.
Grabbing her by the waist he dropped her on the edge of the table. Reaching down he picked up her feet and stepped inside her chained legs, unbuckled his codpiece, and untied his leather pants.
Kitila stared in horror then yelled, "Are you mad?!" Looking around, she saw the servant girl run from the room, and saw the soldiers at the other end of the table. Turning back to him she screamed "NO!"
Leaning on the table, his face inches away from hers, he said, "I’ll take you anywhere I please."
Sputtering and in shock, "No! I won’t do it this time! What you do to me will not make me give you my soul!"
"I don’t want your soul, I just want your body." <this can’t happen, someone, please do something> He shoved her back, breasts still exposed and leaned on top of her. He began kissing her neck, reached down and placed his throbbing manhood so that it would rub along her bud and drive her to madness.
Cupping her head in his hands he began kissing her mouth. He kissed her skillfully, sucking, licking, brutally hard and then soft till she no longer remembered where she was. He raised his head and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, lips parted and chest heaving. Smiling smugly he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, playfully teasing hers then sucking on it.
When he heard a low groan deep in her throat he slowly entered her. <oh HerKuleS, NO it’s NOT HerKuleS!> He wasn’t in the right position to really thrust it was more wiggles and grinding but it was intense. <this isn’t happening>
Sovereign raised her hands above her head on the table and held them there. His mouth found a breast and he sucked hard. She gasped and struggled to get free. Taking it into his teeth he bit lightly. <this is a nightmare>
Kitila’s struggles and wiggles did nothing but excite him more. The more she squirmed the harder his shaft became. His skillful mouth, hands and throbbing member stroked her till she was fevered and whimpering. About to explode, he pushed back and flipped her over. Plunging inside, he slammed into her several times and spilt his seed.
Kitila stared in horror at the three soldiers still sitting at the other end of the table. They had not looked up from their plates since The Sovereign had put her there. One never knew when, or for who, The Sovereign would release the Executioner. Yes, he even had one in this world.
"Sovereign! I’ll see you dead for doing this!" she screamed. Leaning on his elbows over her, he said, "Ha!, I don’t think so," glancing up at the soldiers and back down again, "what? (his bottom lip quivering) Did I embarrass you?"
"You pig!" she screamed as she slammed her head back into his nose, causing it to bleed instantly.
Pinning her face to the table he said through clenched teeth, "Since I have you in chains, I suggest you behave like what you are, my slave. Mine."
"No! I’m not yours, I belong to HerKuleS," she cried almost on the verge of tears.
Turning her head to stare into her eyes, evil flashing from his, he said, "Wrong. You’re mine. I’ll take you whenever and wherever I want." He pushed back from the table, fastened his pants and codpiece. Slinging her over his shoulder he said triumphantly, "Now it’s time to really make you scream." <oh gods, damn damn damn> And make her scream he did. He thoroughly enjoyed her struggles that did nothing but increase his fire.
After they were spent, she was oblivious to where she was and who she was with. As it slowly sank in, she rolled over and pummeled his chest with her fists.
Picking her up, he chained her to the wall and left. The horrors of the day came crashing down on her broken spirit. After bringing her back to the room, he had ravished her body with such wild lust, she couldn’t help enjoying it at the time. Her body betrayed her.
"Why is this happening to me? What have I done wrong?" she asked the empty room.
"You’ve done nothing wrong, he is the master of evil." Startled she looked around the room. She was alone. There was no one there to see the tears that rolled down her face. <HerKuleS, save me>