Legends of Amacia Rise of the Caverias

It was early the next morning when Ahriaman made his first appearance in Selina’s tower cell. She sat quietly in the dim light, combing her hair with her claws and humming a soothing Kaitian tune. Her spirits were up and her attitude hopeful. However, thirst and hunger plagued her because she hadn’t been given anything to eat or drink since being brought to her cell. The door rattled, getting her attention as she braided her long luxurious hair into a single ponytail. Looking over at the door as it swung open, Selina saw a cloaked figure entered the room, which closed the door behind him. Selina immediately knew who it was and hissed, “What does the Emperor’s snake want this time of morning?”

Her belligerent comment dismayed Ahriaman. He uncovered his head and walked her to her. His reptilian eyes stared at her like a predator as he said, “Still defiant, I see. Maybe this will dampen your stubbornness.” He pushed back the folds of his cloak revealing a sword buckled on his waist.

Selina saw the sword and chuckled. “I have no fear of that,” she declared. “The Emperor wants me and I know it. If you so much as harm a hair of my head, you’ll answer to him.”

Ahriaman’s countenance fell because he knew that she was right. “You forget your place, little cat,” he hissed. “You’re the prisoner here, not me. I will not be spoken to in that manner.”

“Oh, my goodness, whatever shall I do?” Selina mocked with a broad smile on her face, trying to see how far she could push him. “I’m sooo afraid.”

Ahriaman’s face began to redden with anger. “You don’t seem to understand the predicament you are in, bitch!” he hissed venomously.

Before Ahriaman could continue, Selina countered coldly, “On the contrary, snake...I do know exactly what my predicament is. You’re here to break me of my will and spirit, to rob me of my very soul and identity so the Emperor can have his infernal queen. Well, I have news for his most un-royal majesty. Neither he nor you can touch my soul. You can chain me, humiliate me, torture me on the sex floor, even try to chain my soul up and seal it in a box inside my own mind just as you did with Princess Amelia, but you will fail. The Almighty God is my defense and strength and even with all your demoniac powers, you cannot overcome the power of the Almighty. Therefore, do your worst, you pathetic pestilent lizard who thinks it’s a man. And when you fail, as you will, your life will be forfeit because the Emperor is not going to tolerate any kind of failure at this time. He will rip you apart and eat your soul personally, and when he does, I’ll laugh at your calamity.”

Her stubborn refusal to submit incensed Ahriaman, driving him into a rage. He hit her viciously in the face with a backhanded left cross. “You arrogant little feline bitch; I’ll show you what I’m capable of!” he roared furiously. He pointed at her with two fingers, and then to the wall. The chains suddenly pulled into the walls, pinning her spread-eagle against the wall up off the floor just like in her dream. She cried out in pain as the fetters yanked her back to the wall. Her spine crackled as it smashed against the wall while the back of her head hit so hard it made her see stars. “I had thought to give you some food and water, but now, hang there until you learn some manners,” he hissed venomously as he walked over to her as she hung on the wall. “Before I’m done with you, you’ll wish you’d been left to be incinerated by the supernova that destroyed your accursed civilization!”

Ahriaman eyed her evilly as she hung there and his lusts began to burn. The scandalous open cup, crotchless leather teddy Selina wore enhanced his lust. “You are indeed a specimen fit to be a queen for the ruler of the known universe,” he said in a menacing tone. His mind filled with all sorts of vile appetites and she could sense it. Selina also sensed that he was about to grope and fondle her, so she closed her eyes and called on Hanna’s strength through their link. A few seconds later, Ahriaman fondled and groped her torso, legs, and groin just like in the dream. He became so engrossed in her beautiful body that he failed to notice she was not crying out or sobbing hysterically, even when he probed her genitals with his fingers. “Such a beautiful specimen,” he commented as his lusts burned hot, not noticing her lack of response to his sexual assault. “Too bad it is polluted by such a righteous mind. But we’ll soon fix that.”

Selina numbed her senses to his unwanted advances, drawing strength from the Almighty and from her link with Hanna. Yet, she still felt terribly violated by him, especially when he finger-raped her. No matter how long he assaulted her, Selina did not become aroused. After a couple of minutes of Ahriaman’s intimate exploration and sexual assault on her body, Selina opened her eyes and looked down coldly at him, snarling, “Are you done with this vile, vulgar display, snake? I’m not just some human female that you can rile up with your perverted exploration and violation of my body. I control my body...not you.”

Ahriaman’s eyes shot up to look at her with great anger and dismay. His intimate exploration of her body had elicited the completely opposite reaction he’d hoped for. Backing away a couple of steps from her, Ahriaman’s face flushed with fury. With a curse, he slammed his fists into her the midsection several times, and then struck her face with a vicious right cross, drawing blood from her nose. She cried out in pain as he did it. “Stupid cat; you stubbornly refuse to submit. We will surely break you of this!” he growled viciously as he continued to work her over with his fists. Once he finished pummeling her senseless, he looked at her with all the hate of hell in his eyes and said, “Now hang there until you come to your senses or you rot.” He turned and walked away.

Selina managed to call out through the blinding pain, “You’re just like the Emperor: a fucking two-bit bully. Bullies always resort to violence when they don’t get their way, and like bullies, they cannot stand to be stood up to. Your day will come and when it does, you will fall with your Emperor and not be found.”

Ahriaman wheeled around and roared, “Silence bitch! I will not be spoken to like that, not from you or anyone!” His arm shot out and energy bolts erupted from his fingers striking her fetters, electrocuting her for two full minutes before she passed out. Her shriek reached out of the tower, echoing throughout the Black Fortress.

* * *

Down in the Harem, an echoing scream woke Myra and Tasha from a fitful sleep. “What is that?” Tasha asked with concern at the faint alien scream she heard echoing through the Harem.

“I don’t know,” Myra replied in a puzzled manner, feeling a strange tingling inside her head. “It doesn’t even sound human. Fate be merciful...I hope it isn’t Selina.”

Just then, Jennifer jumped up with a cry out of a sound sleep. She looked around wildly to see Myra and Tasha sitting and talking. At the same time, Izanami screamed in agony from the far side of the Harem, waking everyone. Myra and Tasha saw Jennifer’s violent awakening, seeing her crying uncontrollably as if she was in pain. Sakura, who had been sleeping near Izanami, woke up and saw Izanami writhing and foaming at the mouth. Sakura pulled Izanami into her lap, asking, “What’s wrong, sister Izanami?”

At the same moment, Jennifer collapsed on the cushions she was sleeping on, apparently thrashing in agonizing pain. Myra and Tasha rushed forward and Myra pulled Jennifer in her lap, asking with great concern, “Jennifer, what’s wrong?” All Jennifer could do was bawl in anguish. Myra rocked her. Then as suddenly as it started, Jennifer’s apparent pain began to subside. Izanami’s pain ebbed at the same time it did for Jennifer.

When the pain subsided enough for her to talk, Jennifer looked up into Myra’s face and moaned, “It’s Selina. She’s in terrible pain. I think it was Ahriaman. He electrocuted her and when he did, a telepathic pulse came from her and I felt her pain.” Jennifer sighed deeply as the pain ebbed away to nothing.

“Jennifer is right,” Izanami called out weakly as Sakura and Jasmine helped her over to where Jennifer, Myra, and Tasha were sitting. “We both felt her telepathic distress call.” Sakura and Jasmine sat Izanami down gently next to Jennifer. “Are you okay, Jennifer?” Izanami asked with great concern.

“I think so,” Jennifer murmured, exhausted and trembling uncontrollably by the telepathic hit.

“What about you, Myra? Did you feel it?” Izanami murmured as her body stung as if it had been electrocuted.

“I think I did,” Myra admitted. “I started tingling all over when it happened, but it apparently wasn’t nearly as bad as what you and Jennifer got. Why is that?”

“Probably because your telepathy is connected only to Nemesis,” Izanami answered through the lingering pain. “It seems his strength may have shielded you somehow.”

“Whoa,” Myra breathed. “That’s really strange, but who am I to doubt it. Are you sure you’re okay, Izanami?”

“Yeah,” Izanami replied softly, her tone shaky, “I’ll be okay. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a telepathic jolt like that. Selina is obviously a telepath of the first order to let loose a pulse like that where even you could feel it.”

“How can this be?” Tasha asked. “Why didn’t we feel it?”

Myra let Jennifer lay in her lap, stroking her hair trying to calm her down. “Calm down, Jennifer. Calm down,” Myra cooed. “Why didn’t we feel it, Tasha? Well, that’s because we’re not telepathic. Do you remember what Selina told Jennifer before she was taken from us?”

Tasha thought for a moment and remembered. “Of course, now I recall,” she blurted out. “She said that Jennifer had the telepathic potential but it was completely undeveloped. I understand now. Selina was sending out a telepathic distress call and Jennifer noticed it because of her telepathic potential. It also hit Izanami hard because she’s very telepathic, and touched Myra just a bit because of her connection to Nemesis, as Izanami stated. This is not good. If she was in enough pain to send out that kind of telepathic pulse, she is in serious need of help.”

“I know,” Myra replied. “But there isn’t anything we can do. Nemesis is the one that is going to have to take care of this.” Myra looked down into Jennifer’s face and noticed that she was rapidly slipping into slumber. “My, that must have been some jolt. It exhausted poor Jennifer. She’s fallen asleep in my lap as we talked. Help me lay her down, Tasha,” she ordered.

“You have no idea how big that jolt was,” Izanami declared as Jasmine and Sakura helped her lay down. “It must have been serious for Selina to conjure such a pulse. It’s even sapped my strength.” With that, Izanami fell dead asleep too. Sakura covered Izanami with a blanket and stroked Izanami’s hair as she lay there; worry covering her face.

Tasha helped Myra lay Jennifer down and covered her up. “I sure hope Nemesis hurries,” Tasha said softly, “...for Selina’s sake.”

“Me too,” Myra replied, “Me too.”