Chaos Chronicles - Part 1
by dmaynard



*a fantasy tale about a legendary race of violent, unforgiving amazonian
women*

Disclaimer: As with all my stories, I deal with violent adult themes that
should only be read by folks 18 years of age or older. TY!

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Moonlight spilled onto the landscape, the night quiet except for the rythmic
beating of hooves. The horse and it's rider sped forward across the lightly
forested landscape following a partially overgrown road.He whipped the horse
freverently as if the devil hersef was nipping at his heels, urging the animal
ever faster.

Approaching behind him, moving slightly swifter than the horse itself, was a
monstruous shape. It closed the gap between it and the horse with astonishing
speed, and the rider cursed, whipping his horse faster and faster.

As the hulking shape came nearer it was as he feared, and a sense of disparity
took hold of him. The wind blinded his eyes with tears as his poor animal lost
its footing on the rough road, he heard one of the horses legs snap as it
tumbled forward flinging the rider from his saddle as he landed in a heap upon
the road. Dirt and grass had sprayed onto his face, clouding his vision
temporarily as he attempted to stand.

As he spit the dirt from his mouth and wiped the grime from his eyes, his
vision cleared. He heard the suffering neigh of his horse as it lay in the
road, next to it stood the largest woman he had ever seen in his lifetime.

If he had to guess, she easily towered over 7ft tall, a robust mane of
reddish-gold hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her face was flawless, a
perfect picture of beauty. Her intense green eyes glowed in the night-light
her lips in a thin smile. Her body was immense! A musculature he compared to
some large sinewy animal. Her curvaceous physique was barely covered by a
tanned hide vest, with similar material covering her lower torso like a loin
cloth.

She reached down to the horse, still neighing with pain, and encircled her
bear-like arms around it's meaty neck grasping her hands firmly on its head.
Flexing slightly she snapped the neck cleanly, effortlessly, ending the
animal's suffering. The man was entranced, he stood there feet rooted to the
ground by absolute fear. She stood up, towering over him, casting a shadow
over where he stood. The satchel he still carried at his side was quickly
deposited on the ground.

"Take it...and I s...s...swear never to enter you domain!" he studdered. The
amazon moved closer,her miraculously muscled body moved cooly in the night.

"You have that correct human...you won't be entering our realm ever again."
The rider's blood ran cold as the amazonian woman strode forward, quickly she
snatched him by the neck as he drew his sword and flung him into a nearby
tree.

He landed with a thump, still gripping the blade, she moved swiftly through
the underbrush. He brought up his sword, and stood poised to strike.
Unheedingly, the monstruous woman rumbled forth, the man temporarily
distracted by the vascular physique the behemoth woman possessed. As soon as
she came within range, the man struck, his sword deflectingly harmlessly off
her steely body.

She laughed, "Will take more than mortal steel to hurt me human".

The man straightened himself, ready to swing again as the woman backhanded his
face with a loud slap. The rider was lifted off his feet and slammed into the
tree trunk, his neck nearly broken by the force of her slap. Groggily he
flopped near the base, his head pounding with pain, his neck muscles twisted
and bruised. The amazon walked forward and placed her arm underneath his chin,
flexing, her massive bicep blossomed beneath his face, the size and strength
of her arm alone lifting him off the ground several inches.

Her green eyes pierced into him, he felt the iron lump of her arm expand into
his throat, causing him to gag for air. In the back of his mind he was still
amazed at the size and strength of this in-human woman. He felt a stirring in
his manhood that he was unable to control, even though his eyes watered from
the pain.

The amazon smiled "You feel it, don't you? Your loins are aching for me, your
body is on fire even though you are hurt so badly. You want pleasure, even
though you'd know you would die to be taken by me, isn't that right?" she
asked. The man nodded his head, pain cursing through his head and neck.

"Well, I hate to dissapoint you..." she breathed into his face and slowly
began pressing her body against the rider, pinning him helplessly against the
enourmous tree trunk. Pain flooded his body as she slowly smashed her physique
into his pliable form. He opened his mouth to scream but only blood began to
pour out, she heard his fragile bones snap and break as she lazily compressed
his form into the tree. The trunk splintered and cracked as she relished the
feel of his body conforming to her unmovable muscles.

Stepping back to admire her handywork, the barely recognizable corpse of the
rider appeared as a reddish smear in the depression she made in the tree.
Grabbing the satchel she flung it onto her shoulder and hefting the dead horse
with one mighty arm she flung the carcasse into the forest several hundred
feet from the road.

*******

Salron knew exactly the moment his messenger died. He felt the life force of
his servant ebb away, eventually dissapating into nothingness. He sighed, he
had taken one step forward only to be shoved two back. He dismissed his
advisors and retired to his study, littered with alchemical components and
arcane scrolls. He paced within, brooding over the loss. He stopped at his
opened notebook, lying upon one of his workbenches, filled with scraps of
knowledge that he had compiled over the years. Sketches of outregously
proportioned women, notes on their weapons, culture, and abilities. He had
searched for years to find the key, the key to entering their realm, but his
recent loss had set him back nearly to square one of this path.

He half considered giving up the search when his study door opened. Perfume
wafted to his nose, sweet and pungent, and heard the light steps of his
mistress cross the carpet. He turned to face Nienna, her dark locks swirling
seductively around her perfect face, red pouty lips stood in sharp contrast to
her pale skin. Ample cleavage spilled outwards from her tight evening gown,
her arms betraying the slightest hint of definition as she clasped her hands
together.

"I heard of your loss Salron, and it grieves me as much as it does you." she
told him.

It was hard to keep the sultriness from her voice, even as she attempted to
console him. Salron tossed his head in frustration.

"I care naught as much for my messenger as the package he sought to deliver."
Salron voiced coldly.

Nienna strode forward and embraced Salron, he felt her voluptuous frame press
into him.

"A minor setback I assure you my Lord. Remember, we still have other options
that we may exercise." Salron nodded in agreement, her fragrance overloading
his senses. She cupped her delicate hand onto his crotch and rubbed
pleasureably.

"Are you trying to distract me Nienna?" Salron mused.

"Mmm...you are taking this far too seriously, trust me love, we have this
handled. We will find them, and when we do we will take their secrets and
enjoy them for ourselves."

Salron relaxed, soothed by her persuasive voice. She undid the front of his
robes, and pushed him towards the bedchamber connected to his study. Leaning
onto the bed they kissed passionately as he pawed at Nienna's gown. She then
stepped back and undid her evening dress, the deep purple cloth fell to the
floor exposing Nienna's voluptuous bosom, her sensuous hips and finely toned
arms and legs. She leaned forward in the semi-dark, her pale skin glowing in
the candle light, and made Salron, at least for this night, forget his
troubles.

Balgrim forced himself to keep still, even as he watched Nienna take Salron to
his bed. Although he knew that keeping Salron distracted from him, yet focused
on his goals, was paramount it still pained him to see his love sleep with
another man.

Quietly watching Salron's study from his peephole, Balgrim inhaled sharply as
Nienna seduced Salron. He was madly in love (lust?) with Nienna, but also was
sane enough to realize that they needed to do this if they were to accomplish
anything. Salron was one of the most powerful Mage's of this age, but still a
fool, a fool easily taken in by a pair of sweet breasts and soft lips. He
moaned ever so softly as he saw Nienna inhale Salron's manhood into her
salivating mouth. Feelings of both jealousy and lust surged through him as he
watched, his own manhood expanding. He attemped to control himself, but it was
no use, Nienna was so captivating it was impossible not to be insanely aroused
by her.

"Which is exactly why she is so good at this..." Balgrim mused to himself.

He heard the moans of Salron and instantly wished him dead, to charge in and
kill the wizard and take Nienna for himself, but he stopped and collected his
thoughts, calming himself.

"Nothing rash Bally, your temper has gotten you into big trouble before, don't
screw this up now!" he repremanded himself.

He looked longingly towards his love, now in furious foreplay with the hated
Salron. He pried his eyes from the peephole and made his way through the
castle back to his room.

*********

As morning touched the forest, the sounds of birds and small animals played
throughout the trees. The behemoth woman, garbed in little more than rough
leather, strode through the forest. She moved through the trees silently,
despite her awesome size, her muscles rippling in the morning light, a healthy
brown glow covering her body. Fearsome tattoos and spiritual markings were on
her face and body as she scanned the woods carefully before moving near a odd
shape protruding from the ground. The oddly marked stone looked weatherbeaten
and ancient in contrast to the bright green life of the surrounding forest.

The gargantuan female knelt by the stone, tracing her fingers in a particular
pattern over the designs etched within the face of the rock. She muttered some
words and the stone glowed ever so slightly. One of the circular designs
seemed to magically erase itself, leaving a hole to be filled. Glancing about
one last time, the woman took a small round object from the statchel around
her shoulder and placed it within the opening. Once in place, the stone plused
bluish light, and the object moved to connect certain points into a pattern.

Once connected, the woman stood up and and walked forward, energy surrounded
her body for an instant, and then she disspeared, the glow around the stone
fading fast.

Talia stopped after a few feet and bent down to retrieve the stone disk from
the rock mound at her feet. What was heavy forest now stretched out in all
directions of nothing but low rolling hills, grasses, and clumps of trees.
Talia breathed deep and depositing the disk in the statchel again, walked
onward.

She strode her powerful legs across the landscape, the sun rising higher as
she finally saw a speck on the horizon. As she came nearer the speck grew into
many, and those many specks began to take shapes. It wasn't long before Talia
had reached the village of her birth, the clump of roughly hewn houses &
stables sitting serenely by a small lake. The sun was nearly topmost in the
sky as Talia strode through it's gates. She nodded and waved to the
inhibatants, the vast majority of the village women, with few men here and
there, working in gardens, on fences, or tending animals.

Talia wasted no time, and made directly for the largest building located in
the centre of the village. This buliding was twice as tall as any other
structure in the hamlet, and ornately decorated. Gaurds stood posted at each
entrance, women of massive size and height, Talia nodded respectfully to them
as she passed into the doorway, hung with ornate lenghts of brightly colored
cloth. She proceeded down a short hallway before entering the Chamber of
Elders, a ruling council of women that had governed the village for eons.
Talia went in and then knelt before the Prime Elder, who reclined on a pile of
animal skins waited upon by man-servants.

The Prime Elder was a gigantic woman, she wore rough leather much like the
other women in the village, but with the symbols of her office stiched into
the hide. Her firm and regal face betrayed no emotion, her glimmering mane of
reddish hair was pulled back, the slightest wisps of grey near her temples.
Her lightly tanned skin stretched over her bulging musculature, heavy arms
that sported hard and round unflexed biceps, her monstrous thighs the width of
two man-servants. Blemishes and scars were peppered across her body, signs of
many battles, she exuded a feeling of immense bravery and fierceness. She
nodded at Talia who slowly rose to her feet.

"If I may speak freely, Elder Celkia?" Talia asked, The Elder nodded again.

"First, the good news, the Gate Disk was reclaimed." Talia removed the stone
disk from the satchel she had taken from the rider. Celkia looked approvingly
at Talia as she placed it in front of her.

"Second, I killed the human who had stolen it." Talia's face narrowed with a
mix of concern and disgust. "I tried to...extract...some information from him,
but he escaped me before I could complete the task."

"Hmmm...I do not hear of failure from you very often Talia." Celkia responded
cooly as she took a goblet of wine offered to her by a man-servant.

"Things are most certainly changing for the humans, Elder Celkia. They are
evolving faster than I ever expected. Physically they are still as weak and
fragile as ever, but their minds are sharpening, growing." Talia mused, Celkia
stared intently at Talia who cleared her throat and continued. "I know that
many of us believe the Gates should be closed forever. I, however, believe
that we should continue to observe them, record their actions, there may come
a time when they eventually figure out how to enter our world, perhaps even
without the assistance of the Gates, and we should be ready, and we should
have full knowledge of them." Talia finished strongly. She gazed at Celkia,
unflinchingly, who drained the goblet of wine in one gulp.

"I have no fear of them, nor do I have any desire to know more of them."
Celkia flexed her arm slightly, the goblet crunched in her firm grip with a
slight screech. Dropping the destroyed goblet onto the floor Celkia stood,
drawing herself up to her full height, a mammoth 8'7". "For the last three
thousand years we have lived in peace with our sisters, both here and on lands
we ourselves have yet to explore. But as for maintaining a connection with the
world of those weakly humans..." her face contorted into a sneer, "...I for
one, and as Prime Elder of this village, believe in severing ALL ties to that
world." Celkia searched Talia's face for a reaction to her statement, to
Talia's benefit she concealed her surprise.

"Very well then...if I may go?" Talia bent down to one knee, waiting for
permission to leave. Celkia waved her on and then proceeded upstairs to her
bedchamber. Talia scowled as she left Council Hall. She expected Celkia to be
a little more open to the situation of dealing with the humans than this. She
had her work cut out for her is she was to attempt to change the mind of
Celkia.

Talia made for her home, a smaller dwelling on the outskirts of the village.
Her Telmura, a man of small stature and dark skin, was weeding their garden.
Telmura were once man-servants raised up within their system to be live-in
partners for the women of the village. They had limited rights, such as the
ability to have intercourse with their Telmure, or She-Master, and assist is
raising their young. They could not own land, handle or earn money, nor
inherit anything of value from their Telmure, but they could request from the
Elder Council to be placed under the control of a different Telmure if they
felt they were being mis-treated. This rarely occured, as Telmura were little
above servants in the chain of authority that the village was based on, and
Telmure typically abandonded Telmura that complained. Talia's village were
uncommonly more lenient with their Telmura, many of her kind treated theirs
little better then slaves, but that was life, the status que.

"Welcome home master" her Telmura prostrated himself before her, she touched
him lightly upon the head granting him permission to stand. Even though she
had owned this Telmura for many years, he kept his eyes respectfully turned
down. He followered her into Talia's hut, where she went and deposited her
weapons.

"Will you be wanting a washing my master?" the Telmura asked. Talia nodded and
the servant ran to check the wash tub situated in the rear of her home. He
added some more steaming water from a bucket, and a few extra drops of some
oily perfume. He then rushed back inside and proceeded to strip Talia of what
little clothing she wore. When he finished the She-Goddess stood bare, her 7'
10" muscular frame glowing in the afternoon sun. She stepped out to the
oversized tub lowering her towering physique into the steaming perfumed water.
Talia coo'd pleasantly as the relaxing effects of the oil began to work itself
into her skin. Her man-servant rubbed and massaged her physique, working his
small hands over her bulging muscles, she sighed contentedly. The weariness of
the day slowly ebbing away. Her Telmura rubbed and cleaned her vast arms,
Talia flexed delightedly, golden bulges of muscles swelling and receeding as
her Telmura cleaned every nook and cranny of her mammoth body. He tried to
clean between her expansive thighs but she held her legs together, he, with
his fragile weak body was unble to move them and she giggled as he tried so
hard to clean and please her but failed miserably. Talia finally let him
finish cleaning her and then towel her dry. All the while she replayed in her
mind her conversation with Celkia, wondering if and when the Prime Elder may
see the error of her ways and work with Talia. However, regardless of Celkia,
she would continue to study the humans, she at least would be prepared and
have knowledge of them and share that knowledge with whoever wants it. As the
sun set, Talia readied her dinner, and her man-servant went out to gather from
their garden.

*********

Nienna stood up from the bed, her graceful toned frame alight with the setting
sun that streamed in from the castle window. Salron lay pleasently snoring,
spent from a tiring bout with the nubile woman. She had most certainly made up
his mind, he would never abandon the search for this mythical race of women,
he would do anything to please his Nienna. She smirked at his form lying
amongst the bed covers, he hadn't been that bad for a Wizard, but Balgrim
easily surpassed the Mage in terms of sexual prowess. She gathered up her robe
and silently leaving the chamber made her way down to Balgrim's quarters,
located in close proximity to the dungeon, given the nature of his work. She
rapped softly on his door and he let her in. Before the door had even been
shut, she felt Balgrim's rough strong hands grab her body and his mouth press
onto her pouty red lips. She gyrated her lucious hips into his groin feeling
his manhood expand within his tunic.

"The wizard will continue his work..." she began.

"I don't want to talk about him, not now..." Balgrim but her off shortly.
Nienna smiled.

"Of course my love, let us have our fun first, and then we will talk of other
matters." Nienna undid the cord of Balgrim's trousers, releasing his prominant
manhood. Nienna kelt in front of him, slowly running her ruby lips down the
length of his shaft. After several minutes Balgrim orgasmed hard into her
mouth, Nienna vacuuming up every little drop. Balgrim signed and then, with
his well built arms, hoisted Nienna onto his shoudlers, her womanhood buried
in his face. Later, Nienna doused the candles within his room, and the two
went on into the night....

End Part 1