Fred Sparkrock: Burning Desires

Ponkert's stomach did one, or two, or four sickening flip-flops. He stared at the awesome array of weaponry, helplessly wondering how he could possibly fight all of them for Terri? There was no way he could take them all on and hope to win. He suddenly yearned for his laser rifle securely berthed in his escape pod.

"What will they do to you if they catch you?" he asked the girl beside him. "Kill you?"

She shook her head. "No, nothing that final! They will all probably take their pleasure with me, then leave me tied spread-eagled beside the road so that all passing wayfarers can take their pleasure also… "

She paused and looked at him. "They will kill you though, if they find you."

Ponkert shivered involuntarily. The prospect of ending his life as mincemeat for a flock of crows was far from pleasant.

"Where does this forest lead?" he asked.

"To Yngvi's castle," she answered.

He shivered again.

"I'd better go out and let them have me," Terri said. "When they are gone, you can come and we'll leave together."

"No," Ponkert ordered. The thought of seeing the girl gangbanged wasn't his cup of tea either. It was obvious his adversaries were not connoisseurs of genteel erotic arts. "Just give me a few moments to think!"

As he turned back for another look at his opponents, the girl whispered,

"I'm sorry, milord. You are goodly hung, but this I must do to save you from yourself!"

Ponkert never saw the rock the naked girl brought down on the back of his head. He only felt the crashing blow, then slumped to the green carpet beneath his feet, unconscious.

A nest of hornets had invaded the darkness filling Ponkert's head. The buzzing accented his splitting headache and the pounding jack-hammer that unmercifully blasted through his mind. He very much wanted to be dead! But the wish seemed to be of little worth as his senses moved him through the angry hum of his universe toward the distant light of consciousness.

His eyes flickered open reluctantly and focussed on the canopy of oak limbs that blotted out the sky above-and he remembered Terri.

In reaction, he jerked up to a sitting position, only serving to arouse anew the hive of hornets that dominated his aching bead. Staring down at his own nakedness, he gingerly rubbed the back of his head. His fingers were greeted by the stickiness of oozing blood. It took a few moments for his still fuzzy vision to find a red-smeared rock near his left leg.

Even in his half-dazed condition, it didn't take long to piece two and two together and realize that his scullery maid companion had had her way and given herself to Yngvi.

Yngvi!!!

The almost encounter with the black knight and his motley crew rushed back into his mind like an avalanche! Ponkert's eyes darted around the forest. There was no evidence of Yngvi or his companions.

Cautiously, the Earthman rose to his feet and padded to the security of a massive oak trunk. While neither his eyes nor ears could discern any signs of the knight, Ponkert didn't trust his pain-clouded senses, and he had no wish of announcing his naked presence to the world.

Pausing momentarily to push away the dizziness that threatened to drown him in unconsciousness once again, he clung to the gnarled trunk and listened. Only the slight rustle of wind moving through the leaves met his ears. Regaining his balance, he began to move toward the edge of the forest where he and Terri had first seen Yngvi and his troop ride up.

Cat-like he slipped from the cover of one thick trunk to another, until a faint moaning sound drew his attention.

A quick investigation and Ponkert had located the girl he sought. Terri was bound spread-eagled between two trees. Both her wrists and ankles were tightly held by strips of taut rawhide. She, too, was naked and it was obvious Yngvi and his playmates had taken their pleasure before leaving. Her head bung forward, her champagne-coloured hair matted across her firm, proud breasts. Likewise the golden fleece covering her cunt was plastered over her vulva with dried sexual juices. Silvery paths of sperm tracks ran down the soft white interior of her thighs.

Within moments, Ponkert had worked through the leather bonds with his teeth and fingernails and had carried the semi-conscious girl to a mossy bed on the bank of a nearby stream. The remnants of Terri's frock and the cool, clear water formed a soothing compress which he applied to her forehead.

The girl stirred as he bathed her face. Her legs opened slightly and she murmured as if lost in a dream, "No… Please… Not again. Please…

Please… NO… Oh, please… Please… Yes… Yess… "

Then she was awake, her eyes flashing wide open and recognizing Ponkert crouched beside her.

"Milord, what happened? I remember Yngvi and his thugs making sport with me-and then everything went black," she said, rolling to her side as if trying to hide her abused sex from his eyes. "That must have been after the third or fourth time I came… "

She quickly bit her tongue and stared up at Ponkert with deep green eyes of innocence, fully realizing she had revealed the pleasure she had found in the mass rape. Ponkert smiled down at the nude beauty, relieved she was none the worse for the encounter. Gently he bent down and lightly kissed her lips.

"We had better get moving," he urged softly. "I need to find my landing craft and arm myself in case your employer and his nasty friends should decide to return."

Terri's long-fingered hands ran over his broad, bare shoulders then down his arms. "Milord's arms are just fine! Why do you want more? Will it make you more, a man?"

Ponkert scooted back, blocking an attempt by the girl to move her fingers to his loins. He mentally grinned, knowing that despite her recent multiple rapes, Terri's sexual hunger had not been sated. While he had to admit her offering was hard to resist, the thought that the black knight might return put a damper on any romp in the hay at this moment.

"Never mind that, wench! Let's make tracks!" he scowled, letting a sharp swat of his hand on her pert ass cheeks form the exclamation point to his command.

Terri whimpered, more disappointed than hurt, and sat up. Ponkert glanced around, then spoke, "Where are the rest of your clothes? Hell, where are mine?"

"Sir Yngvi, the louse, took them," the blonde scullery maid answered.

"All except for this pitiful rag."

She handed Ponkert the wet compress he had used. The Earthman accepted it with shrugging shoulders.

"Not much to work with, is it?" he smiled weakly. "But then, we can't go running around bare-ass naked, now can we?"

"Why not, Milord Ponkert?" Terri insisted.

"I'd get tired of fighting off all the young studs that would be wanting to ravish you," Ponkert sighed, letting his eyes trace the delectably desirable curves of Terri's well-developed body.

The girl's green eyes rolled to his. "Milord is too kind."

"Stop fishing for compliments," he ordered. "We need some sort of clothing. And you may drop the 'milord' stuff. Just call me Chad!"

"Chad," she seemed to whisper, obviously enjoying the sound of the name, then reached up and took back the still wet rag Ponkert held in his hand.

Five minutes later, she had slithered into a crudely fashioned g-string that did little to hide the inviting bulge of her sex. After convincing Ponkert it wasn't unusual for women to go about bare-breasted in her country, she used the remaining fabric to construct an equally revealing loin cloth for him. Quickly the Earthman slipped into the garment, ignoring the wetness that clung to his balls.

Pulling the jiggling-titted girl to her feet, Ponkert made his way to the glade where his escape pod had touched down. A hasty check showed it would never leave the ground again. The main venturi had ruptured and the internal power supply had shorted out, fusing most of the intricate solid state circuitry.