Realms of Eden: Book 5: Hyak Anali

In his dark dingy tower high in the Himalayan mountains Retsam Elam's face was a contorted mask of anger as he watched the ceremony on the giant screen across the wall opposite him. His thin cruel lips pursed in sour faced anger. "Bring me the Messiah!" he screamed at the two wolverine overlords that stood watching him at a safe distance, close to the doors that exited the room.

A robed and hooded man was dragged into the room, his hands tied behind his back and his feet in shackles that barely allowed him to take a proper pace for his tall frame. He was unceremoniously dumped on the floor at Elam's feet, where he cowered and gibbered in fright at the hideous man who sat on the black throne above him. "Tell me Messiah," the voice was soft, sibilant in its caressing tone, "how is it that I see the colours displayed before me waiting for the green to come to them?"

"It's a trick your majesty, the girls are not who they seem. The Rogers woman was killed in the explosion that destroyed her house in Townsville. Masterton is a substitute, the poison in her blood killed her months ago," the voice was wheedling, snivelling. The man wriggled and turned on the floor trying to bring his handsome face upwards to show his master how sincere and adoring he was to be in his presence.

On the screen a dark green light pulsed as a hover dropped slowly from the sky. Its open deck showing the white clad figure of a dark haired, dark-blue eyed man as he stood smiling at the women below him as he slowly descended.

Elam waved his hand and the Messiah found himself stripped and bent over a large barrel that had been rolled into the middle of the room, secured firmly by blocks. The barrel's surface was covered in small spikes that pierced the man's skin causing him to scream briefly in agony before a large wolverine cock was thrust into his mouth. "Bite it and you will die the slowest possible death I can devise for you, scum," the wolverine overlord assured the man struggling to keep his teeth from the black foul tasting flesh inside his mouth.

"Hear this Messiah," the name was spat from the Elam's lips as if he found the man's self-proclaimed title to be bitter tasting in his mouth. "If the stones answer him and the ring they place upon his hand, you will find you have a new arsehole when you awake in the morning."

The Messiah trembled in fear as his feet were kicked apart and the shackles fastened to anchors on the floor. His wrists were similarly treated as the wolverine pulled his dripping cock from his mouth and moved to position himself behind the spread man. His wet cock firmly resting on the frightened man's tightly clenched anus as his cheeks were held apart by another two of the wolverine's guardsmen.

As the golden band passed from the hands of the brides to the large dark skinned woman at the front of the podium, the Messiah desperately prayed that his minions had indeed carried out his tasks.

"Sydney you have adorned the fingers of your brides with white gold and in return they ask you to accept this ring on their behalf as a symbol of their love and honour to be your wives for the rest of their lives. Will you accept this ring?" Lima asked.

The nine women facing him waited as he watched them, his left hand lifted as he spoke, "One ring, ten hearts."

The ring slipped easily and firmly onto his finger as Lima placed it upon him. Involuntarily she gasped as it began to glow a dark green. Sydney held out his hand to his wives and they in turn lifted their own left hands. The rings upon their fingers glowed and throbbed.

The Messiah screamed as the wolverine's cock slammed into his dry tight hole. The screams suddenly stopped and became gurgles as an equally large and stinking black pointed cock rammed into his mouth and began to fuck down his throat.

Sydney and his brides partied on the beach with the thousands that clapped, cheered and sang with them. Lima shimmied, her large breasts bared and shaking in the warm night air as she moved to the beat of the traditional dances of love, fertility and welcome that were sung and harmonised up and down the beach. Her husband Aniki led a chorus of males in the croons and soft chants that formed part of the welcome of the new bride to her husband.

Later in the night, at an exclusive party, attended only by the crew of the Majestic and other very close friends, Sydney found himself naked and surrounded by his equally naked brides. Each came forward to adorn him with a lei as he stood in the centre of the circle, his cock joyfully erect. Each of his brides placed her flowers around his neck, kissed him and murmured words of love then publicly kissed and briefly sucked his cock in homage.

In the Himalayas Elam stood beside the bruised and battered face of the Messiah, the man's tongue and lips a bloodied mess unable to swallow any more wolverine sperm. His eyes were glassy as the poison from the ancient monsters eroded his throat and stomach. His arse had given up the fight of trying to prevent the dozens of wolverine and snake lord cocks that had used it. He knew that he was close to death and barely heard his master's words.

"Failure seems to run in this side of the Douglas family," he spat, "your uncle, remember him?" His hand waved across the screen that the man could barely see now but he saw the body of his uncle, the original Messiah of the Douglas line, hanging, head down, upon the beams above him as the wolverine dogs whipped him to death for his failure to infiltrate the Oceania networks with his religious fanatics.

"No, perhaps your father then?" The scene showed his father, an emaciated skeleton, morosely mumbling into the filth that grew around his face as the rats crawled over him. The man no longer fought the biting creatures as his eyes rolled back in his head.

"If you had succeeded, Peter Douglas would be here by your side restored to his vibrant fat piggy self instead of rotting in the cells deep beneath this room!

"Perhaps your brother will have more success than you Aaron!" The Messiah's younger brother walked into the room, his body oiled and naked. The brown tattoo on his chest above his heart proudly displayed on a body soft from pampering, fine foods and easy living. Elam grabbed the man's long black hair and dragged him down to his brother's face.

"Take note Anthony, this could very well be your fate if you fail me!" Elam passed a hand over the man strapped to the barrel and the small spikes that had pierced his body became long knives that burst outwards killing him instantly.

"I will not fail you master," the man said softly, a small grin playing at his lips at his brother's fate. His hand in the failure of the Messiah was known only to a few trusted and now dead souls. The replacement of the fast acting poison meant for Masterton after the disappearance of Preston had ensured that his brother would fail to prevent the completion of the circle and be removed. Now he sat at his master's feet and awaited his rewards.

Elam pulled the pampered, prissy man to his knees and twisted the man's hair in his hands causing whimpers to come to his ears and tears to form in the man's eyes. A look that made Elam horny, pain, tears it always took him this way. He had barely been able to restrain himself from pressing his hard long cock into the bloodied mess that was the late Aaron Douglas' arse but he preferred his meat unsullied by others.

He waved his hand over the screen again and a woman was shown, her body naked, the soft lines of her face and limbs attractively displayed as she slept in the airy room situated several thousand kilometres away in the old city of Tokyo. "Mother!" cried the man at Elam's feet, his face alight with joy and hope. Elam detected the other subtle emotion, lust, in the boys call.

As I suspected, the boy has tasted his mother's flesh, he thought to himself.

"Sophia," he called softly and the woman looked towards the camera that the voice appeared to call from.

"Yes Master," she said sitting up showing her full breasts and immediately knelt on the mat beside her bed spreading her knees wide to show her master her wet and willing sex. Her head was bowed looking down between her legs whilst her hands were clasped together behind her back.

"See boy, your mother knows her place. If you behave and succeed then you can find your way back between her legs and into her slutty mouth. But for now you can show your mother how obedient you are," he sneered and smacked the man hard across the mouth with his hardening, blood red cock. His hands tightened in the man's hair looking down into his eyes nodding.

"Suck it good Anthony and she shall not be held down and fucked by the scum off the streets in Tokyo. If not, there are at least a dozen men who will be using her in that room within minutes while you watch her scream as she cums!" Anthony opened his mouth as Elam commanded his mother to watch her son perform.

The woman's head rose immediately as she heard the sound of footsteps on the landing outside her room. The woman knew that if she disobeyed her body would be full of the diseased and rampant cocks of the mutants that roamed this barbaric wilderness. Already she had been forced to endure hours and dozens of men using her body as Elam forced her to obey his every whim.

Tears fell from her eyes as her youngest child deeply sucked the blood red cock of Retsam Elam down into his throat beside her other child, whose eyes she could see staring back lifelessly from behind Anthony's bobbing head. Elam, watching the crying woman, felt his cock get harder.

Chapter 13 - The day after the night before

Floating dreamily in the spa, which took up a large part of one side of the screened off balcony area outside the rooms at the resort where her eight sister wives slept, Jo Douglas, the change of her surname still made Jo's sex tingle, considered the day to come.

She and the other wives had not gone to bed until after 2:00 am. They were very drunk and Sydney had joyfully carried each one of them into the room and laid them gently in one of the three huge beds in the room.

He had not acceded to any of the drunken requests to fuck them despite some very determined efforts on the part of some of the women. She giggled at the memory of Bonnie's thrusting hips and grasping hands as she tried to trap him on the bed beside Kelsey who was as equally excited and ready to help her. Sydney had patiently disentangled himself and gently kissed the two women who fell asleep almost immediately.

Jo and Penny had been the last he had carried. Penny dreamily murmured that she was happy to wait a few more hours for dessert. All of them had giggled wickedly at that and Penny had fallen asleep with the word "Choc-mint" on her lips. Jo could not determine if she was asking him a question or stating her desired flavour.

When he had returned to take Jo inside the room he had paused staring intently at her and she had felt herself get extremely wet. She had not had as much to drink as the others, in some part of her mind she was wondering if he might have attempted to 'rape' her again in the bushland around the resort. Giggling she recalled doing a little exploring to see if there were any convenient places for such an encounter. Meeting her after her little journey he had told her, chuckling, that he could only do that sort of thing if she was not wishing so damned hard for it.

His regarding her naked body in the soft lighting had made her feel extremely attractive and she had stood quietly letting his eyes have his fill of her as she stood slightly spread legged, her hands behind her back and her eyes lifted to see his face. "Good girl, Jo," he had murmured in her ears as he stood in front of her. "Never look away or down. Yours eyes watching me make my stomach do flip flops." Then he had lifted her up and carried her to the last bed where Serenity and Jennifer lay softly folded into one another.

She wondered at his arrangement of the beds. Knowing that she was lying beside the only other two women who would instantly obey him in anything he asked for his sexual satisfaction.

Kelsey, Penny and Bonnie were the strongest women. But strangely they too would pamper and cater to him, though in an earthier way. Jo giggled as she recalled Penny describing the women as backdoor brides at some stage during the night.

Thelma, Xavier and Bel were his soft spots and she felt a tear form as she watched the three women snuggling with Xavier in the middle.

She did not know where Sydney had slept, or if he had even done so, the man appeared bright and ready to continue well after he had put his brides to bed. She had watched him walk back towards the room's exit and smile as he looked at the women in their beds. Turning to her he had softly said, "Sleep Mrs Douglas." Her eyes had instantly closed and she knew nothing more until after the sun had arisen. She had decided to dip in the spa that had been tempting her for a long time as she had lain beside the sisters, dozing.

For his part, Sydney stood at the top of the lighthouse on Camelot's island. The building was an actual lighthouse but within its stone and timber construction there was a quiet room with a large bed, computer equipment and a small kitchenette, fully stocked with non-perishable items. The room was his hidey hole, or more correctly, it had been Stanton's hidey hole. Sydney found its peacefulness and solitude gave him the rest that he needed for a few hours that he sometimes took for himself to cleanse his mind of the unnecessary.

He grinned as he recalled the old woman who had told him that. Now he breathed in the clean salt spray air and contemplated the day ahead of him. A day that would be as challenging as any battle he had ever planned.

His first impulse had been to mind fuck them all, saving his body for the test match that would be played in Borden, on the western island of New Georgia beginning in a few days' time. Discarding that idea, he had decided, after his long catch up with Belinda that he would abstain from contact, sexually, with his brides to be.

Consultation with Lima, Shika and Margie had embarked him on a diet, exercise and mental health regime that would give him the physical and mental stamina he needed to give the women his undivided attention for the day after the wedding.

The day appeared to be going to be one full of fireworks as all of them had found out about his plans to leave their beds empty of his presence and decided to deny themselves any sexual contact as well. It had been almost a week for all of them. That was going to make for some very wet, very eager bodies, particularly he grinned for Bonnie, the sisters and Jo. Those four were ever ready to take a partner or partners to bed all day every day, their appetites bordered on nymphomania.

He had asked Freya about it and she had told him that in times of peace the women's sex drives increased significantly. She had warned him, "Do not think that they will be ready for your sword in the days and nights of battle, warrior." However, she did remind him that Siti, Serenity's goddess persona in several eras, was an insatiable slut, but she was only this when she ruled over playful, peaceful people.

Sometimes Sydney wondered if that is why she ran from him before the battle at Megiddo, her body and mind was ready to fight in that time, not love.

Bonnadrice and Josephine had always been his sex slaves. One more testing than the other, but still they were ready to be his whenever he wanted them and do anything that he requested. Freya reminded him of an incident in ancient Helsinki where the pair had publicly fucked him for almost a whole day in celebration of his victory over a horde of Elam's minions who had decided to that they could take the city easily because its inhabitants were seen as soft and indolent. "How easily one forgets how much the body is exercised when people couple in the streets as easily as one shakes hands with a neighbour!" she had giggled.

Banishing his fears that he was too demanding, too strong in wanting to control his women, she had told him that if one is to be the leader of nine strong, independent souls, one has to have a firm hand. This she told him as she lay across his knees joyfully accepting his strong hands on her dainty buttocks as she reminded him of an ancient pact between them.

Breathing deeply of the crisp air he prepared himself for his battle of the brides and disappeared much to the surprise of the seagull that sat on the railing beside him.

The smell of food drifted to the women as they lay on the beds. Jo had returned to hers, refreshed and the sighs of the two sisters as she gently snuggled them suggested that they were more than ready to play. Noses twitched and mouths watered. Disregarding any possible thought of clothing themselves they walked out to the enclosed balcony area, past the spa and were delighted to see their husband tossing bacon, steak and sausages over a barbecue plate dressed only in an apron. His bared buttocks and dangling testicles available for their admiring looks as they stood behind him smiling wickedly.

"Food first ladies," he said without turning and indicated the table laden with juices, cereals, tea and coffee that had gone unnoticed to his left. They descended upon the fare, all of them feeling surprisingly well after their overindulgences last evening. As they drank tea, juice or coffee each one walked slowly past him, caressing his back, buttocks or neck murmuring their thanks for his care in ensuring that they did not spoil their day with him with hangovers.

Sitting around the table provided with settings of crockery and cutlery they sat and were served by him as he requested. He jokingly served them hot meats, eggs and toast. Kissing their necks, stroking their hair and softly murmuring obscenities in their ears as he bade them eat to ensure that they gained strength for the rigours of the day.

Jo was deliciously aware of how wet she was as Sydney finished placing steak, bacon and eggs on her plate. He whispered in her ear, "Plenty of other sausage for you today my little pink slut." Her eyes were big and twinkling as she watched her sausage feast drift past her face as he moved to serve Xavier and Penny.

Sniffing the air Sydney could smell their arousals. Little teases of his cock beside their faces as he served. The smell of his body accentuated by the slight sweating he had done over the hot plates and the images he had planted in their minds as he whispered dirty hints of actions that he would be performing with them achieved the edginess he wanted from them.

Sitting at the end of the table he savoured the tastes of the food. The drugs in his tea were barely noticeable as he sipped the hot brew watching the women as they chatted, squirmed and smiled around the table. The drugs, supplied by Shika and Margie, would allow him to keep his cock hard and release his sperm over and into the willing women all day.

The drug was well past its experimental stage, as the population of males in Camelot, still outnumbered almost eight to one, had been using them frequently to satisfy the lusty females throughout the complex over the past twenty odd years without side effects. He suggested that they see Robert about selling the stuff on the world markets.

From his memories of Stanton he knew that it was very effective and provided the man with an extremely pleasant experience.

He banished the beds from the large room behind him and in their place provided a lush, padded rug, the same type as in Shika's bedroom. He invited his brides to lay on it after they had eaten, showered and cleaned. Their sighs as they took in the luxurious feel against their skin pleased him as he stood in the doorway, sipping his third cup of tea, watching their lithe bodies squirm and wriggle in delight.