And then the slab seemed to give way beneath me and I was plunging downwards, I was caught by a whirlwind and hurled upward, was tossed head over heels, dashed from side to side, hurled downward again, until my senses left me altogether, save for a sensation of bitter, bitter, cold.
Then I felt nothing, not even the cold. I became convinced, that I was dead, slain by a force that had lurked below the slab since the beginnings of Time.
Then I ceased to think at all.
Right then, Juanita became aware of a coolness that enveloped her body by the sudden absence of her clothes. With some trepidation, she became aware that Mara was now tightly cupping one of her breasts with her hand, and had begun stroking her stiffened nipple with a loving touch of her thumb.
“What do we have here?” Mara asked rhetorically, after she pulled her mouth from Juanita’s, a rope of saliva connecting their lips.
My hackles rise as I comprehend my situation: ‘I am confined. I HATE being confined!’, my control over my emotions begins to falter as that child-thing approaches me relentlessly. I find myself involuntarily stepping backwards in consternation.
Observing my action, she smiles lewdly, enjoying my discomfort. She seems to deliberately stomp her hooves louder as she steps ever closer. My smile has long vanished, replaced with a snarl.
The closer she gets, the more my attention is drawn to her finer details. I can see that she has but three fingers along with a thumb on each of her oversized hands/paws? Lace garter stockings combined with a strip of a halter that just barely covers her nipples. On an adult female, such accoutrements would have intrigued me. But I find it beyond revolting on this mockery of a woman.
Finally, she stops just outside the innermost circle. She continues looking over my near naked form as if I am slab of meat, her pupils lingering over select portions of my anatomy. Her mouth opens and I see her tongue blep out for several seconds as her gaze fixates on my loincloth. Bile rises in my throat in response,.
Her gaze tells me that I am nothing more than a commodity to her. I sense that she would not hesitate for an instant to turn me into a plaything if given half a chance.
Somehow, somewhere in the depths of the Multiverse a true Lord of Chaos had gotten ahold of my Covenant Artifact- and was preparing to summon me back into thralldom.
Feeling utterly helpless at my realization of the situation, I felt myself sliding to the floor of the bathing room, its cold tiles chilling my legs and buttocks.
I realized in shock that my Sojourn had come to an end. I did not know what the circumstances of the Chaos Lord who had ahold of my artifact was. But I did know that because of that Covenant I had signed with Chaos untold millenia ago, I would have to obey whatever they commanded of me.
A few minutes ago, I was afraid of hurting one or two innocents because of my lack of control. Now I was in mortal terror of how many more innocent lives would be extinguished because of the folly of my youth. A long time ago a world died because of me. I could not, would not countenance that again.
