Sword of Stars

Chapter Thirty Three. Violation.

Garek’s eyes crawled open as his mind struggled to catch up with his situation. He froze in fright, afraid to move. He strained his ears and listened, holding his breath to eliminate any noise. He heard nothing.

He moved his head and all he could see was the red walls laced with gold flapping as the soft wind caressed. The room was littered with chairs and pillows for relaxing. One corner held a table with glasses and a bulbous bottle of dark liquid. Probably wine.

Garek shoved the silk sheets off and threw his legs over the edge of the low bed. He put his hands in his face as memories of the night before came flooding back. His skin crawled and a violent shiver ran down his spine. He needed to get out of here and back to the endless sands.

Garek stood and the cool air touched his naked body. After locating his clothes and slipping them back on, he made his way to the door. Before exiting, he put his ear close to the split in the flaps and listened for any sounds outside. He thought he could hear the chirping of nocturnal insects. He took a deep breath and opened the flap.

Before him stood a massive sprawling city of steel, lit up with brilliant multi-coloured lights. The wind blew and he heard trees move behind him. He looked around and found that he was on a high cliff surrounded by forest.

He looked up into the night sky and saw no stars. Then he gasped out loud when he saw only one moon. It looked nothing like the blue of Cerulunar or the faint gold of Scarra. This wasn’t Tearith.

Garek turned and was about to run into the forest but hesitated. He would just get lost and Syndrome would find him and punish him in any way she knew how. He growled in frustration and ran back into the tent.

The sword has to be here somewhere. He began overturning everything he could, throwing pillows across the room in anger, ripping up the sheets on the bed. As he began pulling up the carpet a voice interrupted. “Just what are you doing?”

Garek turned to see Syndrome’s wide form blocking the exit, her ugly face deformed in anger. He swallowed and didn’t answer.

“Look at the mess you’ve made!” she screamed as she looked around. “You clean this up right now.”

Garek’s jaw clenched and his knuckles went white.

Syndrome’s eyes widened. “I said: you clean this up right now,” she said slower.

Garek’s heart thundered against his rib cage, threatening to break through. “No.”

Syndrome’s figure shimmered and Garek found himself looking at his mother. “What did you say to me Garek Drussden?”

 “Don’t you dare,” Garek snarled. “Don’t you dare use my mother’s form you vile monster!”

Syndrome laughed his mother’s laugh as she walked to him. “Have you ever wanted to fuck your own mother, Swordbearer?”

Garek’s eyes widened and he back up against the canvas wall. “You wouldn’t…”

“Then you better clean this mess up right fucking now!” It frightened him to see his mother so furious.

Garek nodded in shock and began picking up pillows and putting them back where he had thrown them from. Syndrome changed into her beautiful body and stalked him around the room, touching and teasing his body with hand and foot. He couldn’t help the blood from rushing to his loins at the sight of her jiggling parts. His mind was yelled no, but his body screamed yes.

After he had cleaned up he was punished. This time he was raped by an elderly woman. He did his best to keep his eyes shut but whenever he did he was slapped and ordered to keep them open. He kept his mind distracted and wondered how he would find the sword. It was the only way he could think to get out of this mess. But he had watched the blade sink into the sands of the desert, how was he to get it back when he wasn’t even on Tearith?