The Rapture of Isis (CLOSED)

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A dark sky was cast overhead. A most unusual sight in this realm. Not much so for the Overlord, Oaid. His dark eyes, with a hint of a sadistic flame to it, gazed upon the empty hallowed Fields of Time before adjusting to the sight before him....

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The Tower of Time.

Here, the Maiden of the Sacred Hourglass was kept; for all these eons the Maiden Isis stayed, away from danger. Her loyal servant (who was gifted with an immortal life, but retained the characteristics of a mortal), Boranth tended to her every need - but his carnal desires flooded his senses one day - and contacted the Overlord, Oaid.

Oaid was the lord of every malevolence known to even the Immortals. Pain, Hatred, Fear, Destruction - just a few of his powers. His longest desire was to overthrow the Maiden Isis in her Tower of Time, but never was he allowed to with the Sacred Hourglass in her possession. The Sacred Hourglass was her responsibility, it was created solely for keeping the evil of Oaid out.

But Boranth once made a journey into the wastelands of Valax - there he contacted the Overlord. He brought with him tidings of the Mortals: They wished for the suffering to end. No more evil! Cast it out, they wished. From where he sat on his throne a smug grin was clearly upon his face and an evil laughter bursted out, as the Overlord spoke: "What do Mortals have to offer me in return?"

"You can control time.." came Boranth's response, ever so cooly.

This perked Oaid up, which he sat up. "Go on.." he said. From underneath Boranth's shrouds, he revealed a tiny orb, no larger than an inch. It had a faint glow to it. The evil Overlord let his breathing become erratic in anticipation, "It is smaller than I had imagined," he said, wondering out loud. "This," the Mortal began: "is merely a part of the Sacred Orb. It is actually not an orb, but a liquid - if you can believe me. The Orb is merely a vessel. A seed, if you will."

Oaid was already to his feet, stepping toward the Mortal. The man did not budge, as he knew this small of the Orb could do nothing. He handed it to the Overlord who immediately began fondling it, admiring it. "Destroy her precious Hourglass," the Overlord started, casting a gaze to the man. "Then we will see about Mortals ending their suffering."

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Oaid smiled as he sheathed his imperious blade. Many angels and demons had fallen here, though it was clear who the victor was as the Overlord stepped on an angelic general's spine - snapping it, as he started toward the Tower.

It was unfortunate for the Mortal man, Boranth. Though the Overlord did not know that the man was cast out existence by the Maiden, nor did he care. It seems now, Mortals would never be freed of evil. He had obviously been successful in destroying her Hourglass however, otherwise Oaid would not have been able to step onto her Virgin land.

"You will be taken, Maiden - to my tower - and in my bed..." he started, but trailed as he simply grinned as he continued toward her Tower.
 
Isis

Isis stood in the upper most chamber of her tower, gazing out upon her once peaceful fields. Except now instead of dew covered wild flowers the ground was littered with the bodies of many demons and almost all of her fair angels, their blood mingled and formed into miniature rivers which flowed through the dying grass.

"Why Boranth? Why did you betray me?"

She would never know the answer though, for she had cast him out of existence as soon as she had discovered his treachery. No doubt Oaid had played a part in this.

She blamed herself. She should have known better than to trust a mortal. Even the strongest willed amongst them would eventually give in to their dark desires. They couldn't help it, it was just in their nature. She had learned this the hard way.

Now the Overlord, Oaid was headed for her tower and she was practically helpless with nothing left to defend herself. All she could do was wait.
 
Oaid, the Overlord

His caliginous hair, damp of from the dew on his brow and his nape, blew gently with a warm breeze that originated from the direction of his domain. From a distance, his eyes appeared to be dark with a flame to it - they were actually an icy hue of earthly green. His frame halted for a brief moment, those eyes piercing through the air as he tilted his head backward. "There she is..." he said under his breath.

"My lord, how would you have the Demons of Valax service you more?" came from behind the Overlord. He was clearly annoyed as Oaid, in his ever dominating human form spun on his heel, removing the sadistic blade from its sheath. In one motion, the imp's body lay dead, its head flying off in the direction of the wind from such force. "Do not interrupt me again." His voice was rough, yet with a harsh raspiness to it - almost like a whisper.

His eyes peered to the side of him, as if looking to the Tower with his back to it. A grin began to form upon his lips as he drove his sword into the ground. With a hand he dug into his shrouds, removing a small glass sphere. It was the piece of the Orb of Time which the Mortal, Boranth, had given him. "Two items.. the Orb, then the Maiden," he thought to himself. He clutched onto the spherical item before he turned, continuing toward the Tower.

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With a thunderous smash, the gates to the Tower of Time flew open. They were forged of the finest alloys in the realm - laced with some of the most precious gems from other realms - gifts given to the Maiden by other beings. Several of them fell to the ground, like a crystal rain, the spectrum of colors ever so clear - then shattered upon impact.

As he finally arrived to the highest level of the Tower, his eyes laid upon the beauty before him - her back to him as she gazed over the Fields. He felt as though he could barely breath, his excitement getting to him. It had been eons - no, an eternity - since he last laid eyes upon her. That was when she had cleverly thought up of the Hourglass, her protection. Then, he began searching for the Orb.

He cried out to her in a wicked tone, "Where is it, Maiden! Then he began stepping toward her, unsheathing a crooked dagger from his hip that was no less than 10" in length.
 
the Maiden Isis

Turning to face him, Isis tried hard not to show her shock. She had almost forgotten how appealing Oaid could be when in his human form. He came towards her with the dagger, and while no signs of fear shone on her face she did take a small step backwards towards the window ledge she had just been gazing out of, an unconscious sign of her intimidation.

"Where is it, Maiden!"

She did not have to ask what he was referring to, she knew that he had come for the Orb... and her.

"You shall have to figure that out for yourself Oaid, for you shall receive no aid from me!" she told him defiantly.
 
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Oaid, the Overlord

The Overlord grinned maniacally at her defiance, in fact, he seemed to be pleased by it. "That I shall," he said in his usual hushed voice, the iciness practically biting at her. The metal of the smaller blade made a familiar grinding noise as he quickly sheathed it, he quickly turned upon his heel, his back now facing her.
He knew she feared him, despite the defiance her voice gave out - her step backward told him everything about her.

Oaid stepped away from her slowly, his green eyes glanced about in the chamber on this top level of the Tower. He spoke, making idle chat as he attempted to build the antagonizing fear inside of her - perhaps even attempting to arouse her with his might and wisdom. "Do you know, Maiden Isis - why the Immortals created the Orb of Time?"
A low grumble of laughter emerged for a brief moment, "Of course you do, how silly of me to ask!"

Despite her obvious knowledge on the subject, he continued, creating his own twist: "For this moment alone. The Immortals knew this moment would come some day! When the forces of Valax drove deep into the heart of the Fields of Time and seized it for their own! They knew, Maiden!"
Oaid turned back to face her, her beauty not ashamed to be hidden - it was a wonder she simply did not strut around the Tower nude. His voice lowered considerably, "They knew that Oaid the Overlord was destined to rule Malevolence and Time - for that is why the Orb was created. They knew Mortals could not resist the temptation of salvation from tyranny, pain, destruction..."

He stepped slowly, gracefully toward her as he extended his arms outward. "Tell me, Isis Maiden. Is it true that you are unknown to pleasure? That your vessel has been untouched - That your womb has not yet been sown?" His gaze lowered from her face, but a smile began to form, "I am under the understanding that your once trusting Mortal Servant attempted to have you for himself, is this also true?"
His other hand this entire time still clenched onto the small orb that was a piece of the Orb of Time. Slowly he extended it toward her, then opened his hand slowly to reveal the piece. "Your Mortal sold you out, Isis. You are mine."

With a sudden mystical power, a dark light emerged from his hand that carried the small sphere. The Orb of Time, hidden atop of the Tower came crashing down - debris flying here and there - the smaller sphere melding with the larger one. His icy green eyes stared directly into the Maiden, and suddenly, as if some unknown force had willed the fabrics of her cloth to do - her shrouds were torn from her body.
 
the Maiden Isis

"Your Mortal sold you out, Isis. You are mine."

Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the faint glow in his hand. It couldn't be! But her worst fears were confirmed when she found herself having to shield her face from the falling pieces of stone and wood as the rest of the Orb came flying threw the roof in order to merge with it's missing part.

"No!!!" she cried out.

In the same moment his eyes locked on to her, his icy stare freezing her to the core. Then in a flurry of movement her garments were ripped from her body, leaving her bare before him. She crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to conceal her exposed bosom.

"No, I shall never be yours! Not yours nor any mans!"
 
Oaid, the Overlord

"No, I shall never be yours! Not yours nor any mans!"

Oaid was almost immediately aroused by her body, he licked his lips in anticipation. Still, he stood before her, the complete Orb now hovering over his palm with its majestic powers. Slowly, he stepped toward her, his eyes seemingly trailing every facet of her body - for what seemed every vein, every bone. She attempted, badly, at covering herself up.

The Overlord couldn't help but smile as he stopped directly in front of her, holding the Orb to her face - awaiting for her to drop her guard for just that split second - and when she would...
He closed his eyes, knowing full aware that the Maiden was powerless to stop him now. The visions that filled his mind forced him to now grin.

"Are you prepared to relinquish the title 'Maiden', Isis?" His eyes were still closed as he spoke, the Orb glowing, dancing in front of her. "For you know it to be inevitable, don't you? Or have you not looked into the Orb since the Fields' capture?" Then, Oaid opened his eyes to the Maiden Isis, who appeared almost dwarfed compared to him.

His voice grew louder, "Are you prepared to give me strong offspring?!" Then without giving her time, his free arm lunged at her, grabbing her by the neck. "Look, Isis!" He kept the Orb within her reach.
"Touch it, and see what you know to be true and feared for your entire existence!"
 
the Maiden Isis

"Are you prepared to give me strong offspring?!"

Her hands flew to his wrist, trying to pry his fingers from around her throat. He was too strong for her though and his grip remained firm. A small shiver rand down her spine when she realized there would be no escaping from him.

"Look Isis! Touch it, and see what you know to be true and feared for your entire existence!"

Her eyes focused on the Orb as it hovered above his hand just in front of her, its familiar glow casting a soft light on her face. Slowly, she reached a hand out towards it and closed her eyes. She did not believe what she saw.

Oaid loomed naked over her, and at first it seemed to Isis that he must be hurting her because she was crying out. Soon though she realized that her cries were not out of pain, but intense pleasure. She was actually enjoying what he was doing to her?! They were both moving against one another, their bodies glistening with droplets of sweat. She watched herself as she moaned and arched herself against him, heard herself plead for him to give her sweet release...

"No!" she cried jerking her hand away from the orb, "No, it can't be true!"
 
Oaid, the Overlord

His gaze did not meet her own, but merely rested to the ground beneath them as she viewed through the Orb. Oaid could feel what she was seeing, her human vessel involuntarily jerking in spasms from the flashes of images in her mind. There was a connection between the two as he held the Orb, and she touched it - and then, it was gone as she severed her touch from the sphere.

"No! No, it can't be true!"

His stare remained fixated on the ground, before gradually rising - first her feet, then her legs, her pubic mound, her stomach, her breasts, until he met her own eyes. The Overlord never released or even relaxed his grip upon the Maiden's throat.

"They say whatever the viewer sees through the Orb is what they truely wish to happen. They also say that the Maiden Isis, Guardian of the Tower of Time, is never wrong of her visions through the Orb."

Finally, his grip lessened to only a slight degree, allowing her to breath easier - and stand firmly upon her own feet, instead lightly upon her toes.

"..And why would she lie about Time? There is no denying the past, no questioning the present. The future is what we make of it."

His eyes seemed to dance in color, although it was more than likely the faint glow the Orb emitted that did this magic. Oaid momentarily considered before he smiled at her, and released his grip - though made sure she was forced to the floor. He grinned at the sound of her nude skin slapping the marble floor.

A moment later, several imps seemed to scatter inside - a pair of the hideous demons removed the long cloak that covered his armor, quickly making their exit. Another pair removed his armor, though dared not to touch the Orb - he stood before the Maiden now with loose shrouds as she had adorned previously - though naturally dark in color, with the dagger now tied around his waist.

Finally, a much larger demon - even larger than Oaid himself, approached from behind. He carried what looked like a pillow in one hand, and a golden ring in the other. The creature extended both arms toward the Overlord from behind, enough for him to place the Orb carefully on the pillow - and then take the golden ring. The demon quietly took his leave before Oaid approached Isis.

"Maiden Isis of the Tower of Time, you are hereby under the control of the Overlord, Oaid of Valax! You will provide me with an offspring worthy of the Immortals of Time!"

He quickly opened the ring and clamped it around Isis's neck.

"But first, I require you to satisfy my needs!"
 
the Maiden Isis

"But first, I require you to satisfy my needs!"

"I would rather die." she said while slowly lifting herself off of the floor.

He was right about her visions. They had never been wrong before. Still, fate or not she refused to accept it. She would not give in so easily to his demands. Her hands went to feel the gold ring around her neck, trying desperately figure out a way to remove the mark of his ownership. But if there was a way she could not find it and her hands dropped back to her sides.

She glared at him. Wishing with all her soul that he would fall dead.
 
Oaid, the Overlord

"On the contrary, my dear" he started while removing his shrouds - the cloth wrapped around his torso falling to the floor, exposing a finely chiseled physique. His abdomen flat and muscular, his pectorals bursting with sinew. "If you were dead, there would be no offspring to keep the Tower. Would you rather sacrifice all of existence because you merely would not satisfy your new master?"

He untied the dagger with one hand, the other began to unravel the short sheets around his waist before it slid delicately off, revealing a semi-erect penis underneath. Oaid had chosen a menacing body over his true demon form; his human form was familiar to the Maiden, as she seemed to identify with humans over other species. The length of his manhood was at a mere six inches as it hung between his legs, though he was not completely erect.

The Overlord watched her, his brow raising slightly in her own reaction. Tossing the dagger to the other side of the chamber, he finally approached her. "Now first, Isis... who instructed you to rise before me?" His hand lurched forward and grasped her beautiful golden hair, forcing her to drop to her knees in pain as he pulled. "Suckle me, bring me to life, Isis!"

He tilted his head backward slightly, grinning from ear to ear as he could feel the air touching his penis. The anticipation forcing his manhood to begin to increase on its own, as he prompted it to dance slightly before her face - guiding her lips toward his thick meat. "Do not resist, Isis... Just let it become as it was meant to be," he said in a hushed tone while looking down to her now.
 
the Maiden Isis

Isis found herself holding her breath as the Overlord unrobed himself before her, and for a moment when it felt like all the air had left her lungs when she viewed him naked. Her attraction to this body that he had choosen was undeniable.

She gasped in surprise and pain when he grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees. Her face was now perfectly level with his already partialy erect member. She watched in amazment as he grew slightly before her. Her eyes widened. She tried to pull her head away, but he only pushed her closer until her lips touched the tip of his thickness. When she opened her mouth to protest he seized the oportunity and forced pressed himself inside her full lips.
 
Oaid, the Overlord

Growling in a primitive pleasure, he gripped her head with both hands, forcing her lips to glide back and forth upon his cock. His member began swelling further inside her mouth, reaching it's fullest as she began to gag.

"Keep it up, Isis - the Immortals will be pleased," he said after a few shortened breaths of excitement. The Overlord laughed when she'd cough now and then, drool seeping out of the sides of her mouth and slowly dripping to the ground. "Isis, Isis... you haven't even taken me fully!

With that said, he forced her head closer - her face now burrowing into the skin of his lower body - her nose buried in his pubic region. It was an interesting thing, taking the form of a human male - he could feel things he couldn't while in his true form.
Such as the head of his penis forcing itself into the back of her throat - her breathing becoming more and more heavy through her nose - tears, from the resulting gagging, streaming gently down the side of her face.

"Would you like me to end this, Maiden - or should I say, whore?" He bellowed out in laughter, slightly releasing his grip so she could catch her breath, allowing her to pull her face away from his member that pointed at her, covered in her saliva.

"You need only say so, and I can give you the taste of my seed. You are mine now, after all - I need not remind you, of course."

Pulling on her beautiful hair and grabbing her face, he forced her to look up to him. "After I've had my way here, we will take a caravan back to Valax. A seventeen day journey, I'll have you know. Oh - but don't worry yourself about my imps - they may be starved for carnal pleasure, but I will not let them touch you."

Noticing the saliva on his penis drying out, he began pulling her face back toward it.
 
"After I've had my way here, we will take a caravan back to Valax. A seventeen day journey, I'll have you know. Oh - but don't worry yourself about my imps - they may be starved for carnal pleasure, but I will not let them touch you."

Isis cried out in pain as he pulled roughly at her hair. She looked up at him, her silver blue eyes shimmering with tears and hate, and wiped away the drool that was dripping from her chin on to the white marble floor. Never had she felt so violated or humiliated. His assurance that he would not let his imps have her was only a small relief. Truthfully the thought had not even crossed her mind until now. All she was worried about was what he was going to do to her. When he began to push her towards his hardness again she shook her head in refusal.

"Please, no more..." she said, her voice slightly hoarse from the previous assault on her throat.
 
Oaid, the Overlord

"So be it," the Overlord said quietly, a smirk beginning to for upon his lips. "But remember, Isis... drink my seed, swallow it - and feel invigorated!"

With that, he forced her lips to encompass his cock, already forcing her face to bob back and forth with a new found vigor within him. Her hands reached up to his thighs, attempting to pull away. He could hear her gagging on the length of his member again, the sound of suction coming from the mixture of her saliva and the precum that now began to ooze out of the head.

"Mm.. yes, that's it, Isis..." he moaned to her, though he knew she wasn't providing any of the movement. He kept one hand on the back of her head, continuing to forcefully create the bobbing sensation along the shaft. "The next time I have you do this for me, you will have to enjoy it," he barked aloud.

"Can you taste me, Isis?" His testicles began to constrict, an imminent explosion of seminal fluids to burst into her mouth - a sensation neither of them would know, a taste she'd preferrably never know - though, under his rule, he would force her to love it.

Feeling the Maiden blowing excessive saliva out from her mouth, and having a slight coughing fit from the unusual taste and feel of a cock in her throat - he reared his head back. A loud scream echoed throughout the Tower, as he held her head close to his body, releasing the fluid into her mouth! "Taste it, swallow it, Isis!"

He'd release his grip on her head, gently beginning to stroke her hair for the first time, convinced she'd do as she was told.
 
When Isis saw the smirk form on Oaid's lips she knew she was in trouble. He forced himself down her throat once more and began to thrust into her even faster and harder than before. This was not what she had meant. She tried to stop him by pushing her palms against his hips, but it was of no use and she ended up finding herself holding tightly to him in an attempt to steady herself. Over the noise of her own coughs and gags she heard his moans and shouts of approval. She was startled when he let out a loud roar and her mouth was filled with a salty cream.

"Taste it, swallow it, Isis!"

Not only was she caught of guard by this new strange fluid that was shot down her throat and dripping out the corners of her mouth, but also by the fact that Oaid had released his hold on her and was now gently stroaking her long golden strands. Her first reaction was to spit this cream that he had shot into her mouth right in his face, but since his girth was still deep in her mouth that was quite impossible. So she did as he told her and swallowed.
 
Oaid, the Overlord

Ever so slowly, Oaid backed away from Isis's face, his cock eventually sliding out of her throat and exiting her mouth. A shiver went down his spine, the feeling from her mouth felt so... tantalizing of things to come, yet he knew it was anything but. The look on her face implied defeat and humiliation, though he was sure she would be begging for him to pump that seed she swallowed - into her womb.

He grabbed her face by the chin, forcing her to look up to him. Those steely green eyes examined her face, her cheek and chin streaked with the combined fluids of cum and saliva that had filled her mouth. "Very good, Isis, he said with approval, a satisfied smile forming upon his lips. A small amount of cum that was a remainder from his release, dribbled out from the head.

"Clean me with your tongue, Isis. The sooner the better, so we may consummate our new union," he grabbed onto the gold ring around her neck as a reminder.
 
Isis took a deep gasp of air when Oaid finally exited her throat. Then it was her turn to shiver as he took her chin in his hand and his cold eyes swept over her features. He spoke his approval and smiled down at her. Her eyes beamed daggers at him, but she made no move to break away.

"Clean me with your tongue, Isis. The sooner the better, so we may consummate our new union."

She opened her mouth to protest, but at the same moment he grabbed the ring around her neck and she was reminded of his authority over her. It was useless to argue, he was stronger than she was and could easily take what he wanted from her whether she agreed or not. She glared at him, and for the second time that day she gave him a look telling him that she wished for his death. Then slowly, she leaned forward and her pink tongue slipped past her lips to softly lick the remaining fluid that oozed from the head of his member. She continued down the shaft to clean the rest of him as well.
 
Oaid, the Overlord

He couldn't help but laugh aloud at how humiliated she looked, her tongue lapping at the remainder of the fluid that seeped out of the tiny hole on his cock - while slowly, eventually his member began to prostrate from the lack of further stimulation. Keeping a firm grasp on the ring, Oaid glowered at her for her own gazes that sent off the improper message.

For the moment, he released his grip on the ring as she continued her duty while he gathered his garments around himself, taking the rather large dagger into hand. Once she had sucked and licked any remaining fluids that had been on his member, she slumped back, her nude body upon the cold marble, awaiting whatever else the Overlord had in mind for her. He dressed himself to the bare minimum, simply wrapping the garment around his waist before unsheathing the dagger and admiring it momentarily. Suddenly, without hesitation and notice, he tugged the ring around her neck toward himself, her face nearly meeting his - the dagger just inches from her face, and lowering to her throat.

"Do not think you can get back at me, Isis," he hissed to her. "To attempt to do so will prove fateful. I have possession of the Orb now, I am your Master now and you will further address me as so! Do you understand?!" His voice seemed to change from a high hiss to a low growl as he spoke.
 
"Do not think you can get back at me, Isis," he hissed to her. "To attempt to do so will prove fateful. I have possession of the Orb now, I am your Master now and you will further address me as so! Do you understand?!"

Isis shivered as the low growl of his voice seemed to rumble through her entire body. She could hear the power behind it. If he really wished it she knew that he would have no need of his dagger inorder to kill her, and despite her earlier claims she did not wish to die. Worse yet, now that he possed the Orb he could cast her out of existence as she had Boranth. She suddenly found her throat dry and had to swallow before she was able to answer him.

"I understand...," she felt the cold prick of the dagger against her throat, "...Master."
 
Oaid, the Overlord

"Of course you do, my dear.."

Oaid kept the dagger pointed at her throat, as several imps came crawling in through the large doors - whooping and screaming - each holding onto the length of a golden chain. As they approached the Overlord they eventually slowed to a halt, the lead imp kneeling before Oaid, offering the end of the chain that seemed to have some sort of connection device to it. The small creatures - no taller than the Maiden's own waist - spied upon her nude body with eager eyes, a few making hushed ritualistic hoots and hollars toward her.

As the Overlord took the end of the chain, one imp dared to release his part of the chain, to approach Isis. The imp made a gurgling type noise as he looked up and down her body, eventually pointing to her pussy - indicating he knew what it was - as he started stroking himself and grinning at her. Suddenly, the imp lunged at her out of sheer carnal lust - his penis rock-solid as he attempted to mate with her. Oaid allowed the creature to approach Isis, but once the imp made the foul mistake to even touch her - the Overlord's dagger went flying into the skull of the fellbeast - the imp literally flying over the edge the balcony of the tower.
With a calm coolness, he knelt in front of her, holding onto the golden chain.

"You see, Isis... you are to be only mine."

With that, he attached the chain to the ring around the Maiden's neck - immediately, he began pulling onto the chain, indicating for her to rise. "We will make our journey to Valax now. You will be only with me from now on," He paused to turn toward the imps, who still remained kneeling, "Unless the rest of you decide to be as bold as the one who is now nothing but a pile of bones and flesh on the ground!" The imps made a quiet noise before they all began to file out of the Tower.

"I will find food for you, and we will bathe together in the Cleansing Springs. If you feel up to your new tasks, you may pleasure me orally again."

He smiled to her, caressing her hair and face that was still streaked with cum and saliva before giving her a shove toward the exit, the chain sliding around the ring to the back of her neck. His eyes watched her walk as she was still nude, licking his lips in anticipation as they first went up her legs, to her rear which he felt as if he were salivating over.
 
Isis was grateful that Oaid had stopped the imp but she knew it had not been for her sake, only his own greedy desires. She was his now and he would not be sharing her with anyone. Her thoughts were further supported by the fact that he was now leading her about by a chain as one might a pet. Is that what she was to become now, the Overloard's pet? Shame washed over her, but she refused to let it show. Lifting her chin and straightening her frame, she walked from the room with the fluid grace and born dignity of any immortal. As they made their way down to the entrance of her tower she refused to even glance behind her at her captor. She could feel Oaid's eyes on her as they roamed lustily over her naked body. She tried not to dwell on it, fearing that he would sense her anger.
 
Oaid, the Overlord

Most of the Overlord's minions had stayed behind at the now defiled Tower of Time, while the Diabolic One and the Maiden Isis made their seventeen day journey to Valax. Very rarely did the small caravan of travellers stop, by the fourth day, Oaid and Isis began to reek - Oaid especially in his human form - it wasn't uncommon to see him revert back to his demon form.

The Maiden was forced time and time again to please the Overlord orally, when he felt the desire to have her lips wrapped around his length - her face still wretched with humiliation when he would either force her to swallow his load, or pull the girth from her mouth and coax his release onto her face. The few demons that followed behind watched with pleasure, grinning and laughing at the Maiden whenever she would gag upon their ruler's cock. They had learned, however, to keep their distance from the Overlord and his new prize.

"I grow weary of this play," he admitted to her one day as she cleaned him up, streaking a finger across her cheek as it collected wet saliva and cum. "And you need to be bathed," he muttered, "I will not have a filthy Maiden taking my seed into her womb." They were merely a day away from the Cleansing Springs, by now.

Day Nine:

The flowing of the water could be heard miles away, the clear plains already revealing the Springs majesty. The caravan slowed to a halt as it neared the place, the water looking mighty inviting - the falls around it crashing down with a near deafening sound, creating a mighty foam that nearly came to shore - the falls were the cleansing power to the springs.

Oaid hopped from out of his transport, removing the cloth and dagger from his waist and tossing it back inside before pulling lightly on Isis's chain. He was beginning to contemplate removing the chain, but the ring would stay - as she became more and more obedient, but there still lay buried within her a desire for retribution.

"Come now, Isis. We must cleanse ourselves together. You will feel rejuvenated in the springs."

She should, as the Cleansing Springs were still within the boundaries of her former power. Her land was vast, though much of it was left unguarded - though when she had her Hourglass, she needn't worry about Oaid's strength.
The Overlord simply could have used the Orb's power to transport the two into his lair, where she would have been immediately shackled - her legs spread apart as he would perform the rapture without hesitation. He didn't to simply humiliate her, to break her - to make hers him by her own choice.

Standing before the springs and behind the Maiden, he placed a hand upon her shoulder, the chain quietly rattling as it shifted in his hand. "Well.. what are you waiting for," that quiet hiss seemed to almost creep into her ear, as he waited for her to allow herself into the water where he would follow.
 
This was not Isis's first visit to the springs. When the Orb had still been in her posession she had often used it to transport her here for a midday swim. But her usual joy at seeing the springs was tainted by the knowledge that this time Oaid would be accompanying her. Still, she could not help but be relieved that they were finally going to be able to bathe. The stench of their bodies, especially Oaid's, had become almost unbearable for her.

"Well.. what are you waiting for."

She did not need much coaxing. Slowly she stepped into the cool water. The light clinking of her chain telling her that Oaid followed behind her. She did not stop walking until the water had come up to reach her waist, then she paused to submerge herself completely and wash away the dust and grime from their journey. She resurfaced with a relieved sigh and pushed her wet, golden strands back from her face, Oaid momentarily forgotten.
 
Oaid, the Overlord

Licking his lips as he stepped into the water, Oaid had to restrain himself from mounting his prize right then and there. He had plans to take the Maiden in his domain, and those plans were to stay - but that wouldn't refrain him from pleasing himself with her by other means - he had already done through her mouth. In the past, he found her attractive just the way she was, with her shrouds loosely covering her body - but now, as he made her parade around nude, he was finding out why the Mortal had attempted to take her for himself.

As she bathed herself, he gave her enough slack on the chain that she was able to swim a few meters away. The iciness to his eyes had seemingly 'melted' away as he ogled over her features before he began gazing about around the Springs, noting the foliage that seemed to keep an air of privacy. The Overlord wouldn't admit it outright, but he felt invigorated by the waters. Idly splashing himself with the water from the cool Springs he realized there was Maiden only a mere few meters away that he could have service him.

"Maiden, join me. Service me,"

The inflection in his voice was not as harsh in previous times. Reminding her of her place, he pulled gently on the chain. Many of his words included double entendres and hidden meanings themselves, his thoughts were on the present - how could he please himself with Isis yet again, without breaking his intended 'ritual of rapture' where he would plant his seed inside her womb within his evil palace.

"Bathe me," he commanded.
 
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