Chapter 0 - To Satisfy Stones

Students entered the room, taking their seats as Ms. Prattihara placed the last of a few preparatory notes on the blackboard. When the bell rang, Ms. Prattihara turned to look at her class over the top edge of her small glasses. “Class, open your books. We're entering the 12th century, now. What have we covered so far?” A few hands slowly rose, and she decided to pick a student that hadn't raised their hand to see if they were paying attention. “Leila.”

Leila sighed. “Persia versus Hispania for the umpteenth time. Something about France.”

Ms. Prattihara scowled. “It was Persia stepping in when Hispania declared a Jihad against Germany. Persia came to the aid of their fellow Zoroastrians in central Europe.”

Leila sighed again, more dramatically. “Right. Couldn't we go back to mid-11th century? Empress Hamdam was more fun.”

There were a few assenting grumbles from the rest of the class, to which Ms. Prattihara straightened up and stepped forward, leveling her gaze on them. “Now, class. I know Empress Parvaneh wasn't 'juicy', but Empress Ghazal has only just started her reign. And the electorate had not been as eager to have Ghazal become empress as they had her mother or grandmother.”

Ms. Prattihara turned to the blackboard and tapped firmly on it with the chalk in her hand. “With Ghazal's brother-husband sentenced to life imprisonment by Empress Parvaneh for the rape of a courtier's daughter, and Ghazal's only daughter dead of pneumonia before coming of age, there was concerns that electing Ghazal to Empress would be a dead-end in the family. Showing strong support to other Zoroastrians being persecuted by the Muslims convinced the Empire that Ghazal did mean business and solidified her rule.”

“Still,” she continued, writing on the blackboard again. “In 1135, Empress Ghazal was having some difficulty ruling the empire. The other rulers were simply not taking her as seriously as they did her mother.” When she turned her head back to the class, she noticed a hand up. “Yes, Hassan?”

The boy lowered his hand. “If she was having problems, why didn't she just do what her grandmother did?” There was a few appreciative titters among the class.

Ms. Prattihara shrugged. “It's a valid thought, certainly. She had inherited her grandmother's very generous figure, hips widened for child bearing and breasts the size of her head, as her mother had. But the talent wasn't there. Empress Ghazal was described as a bit of a shy flower, with difficulty dealing with strange men. I'm afraid such brazen tactics as her grandmother wasn't a real option.”

Over the disappointed groans of the class, she continued, going back to the blackboard. “But something did come up... so to speak... in 1135. Ghazal would have been in her early 30s at the time, when, during an ordinary day in court, something extraordinary happened. A deep rumbling could be heard, the ground vibrated beneath her feet, the walls shook, decorations toppling from their holdings...”

“An earthquake?”

Ms. Prattihara turned briefly to nod, allowing the interruption. “Indeed, an earthquake. A relatively minor one. Records say several buildings were destroyed, still more had to be torn down from damage sustained, but nobody was seriously injured. But the event didn't end there. The air stank of something foul, torches lining the streets started burning green every night for weeks, and everywhere people whispered that something was terribly wrong.”

Ms. Prattihara turned to look at the class again. “Now, Empress Ghazal did everything she could to calm concerns. Which included personal inspections of damaged parts of the city. She saw for herself the odd glow of the torches, could smell the air. And it troubled her. But not more than when a farmer rushed towards her.

“Her personal guard stepped in to intervene, but the farmer was begging for the Empress to listen to him. She allowed him to speak, and he told her of a great fissure that had broken open in the ground in one of his fields. She ordered the farmer to take her there, and he led her to a chasm that had torn across a fallow patch of land, longer than an arrow could fly end to end, and further across than a man could jump. Stepping close and leaning over to look inside, Ghazal swore she could see a red glow coming from the bottom. What sounded like screaming and crying echoed up from below. Foul air blew upwards from the chasm, the stink of it making her head swim, and she staggered back with the aid of the farmer.”

Ms. Prattihara paused here. “This is where science and historical records disagree. Sufficient evidence has been found that an earthquake did indeed happen around 1135, and that a fissure did break open just outside the capital, and that there was a lot of human activity in the area for some weeks after. But science can not find any evidence of what the records say further.” She turned back to the blackboard.

“Empress Ghazal immediately ordered that the fissure be sealed. All of the city's efforts turned to the task, with wagons loaded up with stone, gravel, and dirt endlessly parading into the farmer's field to dump tons and tons of rock into the fissure. The workers gagged at the stench, their ears echoing with the screams from below, and only by the Empress' personal presence glaring at them did they continue the effort. This continued for days... until something came up.

“A great hand, enormous, clawed, hairy, with skin of orange, rose up from the fissure to grab at the edge, striking a wagon and crushing it like toothpicks. With a rumble of effort, a great head rose into view. It was ugly, bald, with a great jaw full of fangs. Three angry eyes glared down as the beast climbed up out of the fissure, twice as tall as any man. Two horns sprouted from the creature's forehead, curled upwards to the sky. It's hair was patchy, but dense across the chest and loins, and a ragged beard dangled from it's chin. Standing now on clawed feet, the beast roared. 'Who struck me with stones?' it demanded.

“The Empress' guard sprung to action, forming a defense line of glaives in front of the beast. With a swipe of it's claw, the beast snapped a dozen glaives' heads from their staves, and even as brave men drew swords to defend the Empress, the beast demanded again, 'Who struck me with stones?'

“Ghazal quickly realized what her men faced. A daeva. Brave and strong as her soldiers were, she feared they would prove no match for such a monster. She could not allow her men to throw their lives away in such a futile gesture. Stepping forward, Empress Ghazal demanded all to halt. Standing where the daeva could easily see her behind her still-protective guard, Ghazal told the daeva that she had given the order to dump stones into the chasm, further adding that she had no knowledge of the daeva being inside.

“The daeva snorted. 'Typical humans,' it said, 'always to act without thought. I have half a mind to return below and rip this chasm open to swallow the city!' Knowing full well that to pursue the daeva into the chasm below to prevent it from doing just that would be suicide for hundreds, if not thousands, of her soldiers, Empress Ghazal apologized for the act of dumping stones on the daeva. She asked if there would be any way they could possibly compensate the daeva, in exchange for allowing them to finish filling in the fissure?

“The daeva looked down at the Empress, in her royal gown, studying every curve of her form. 'Maybe,' it growled, it's lips curling into a sneer as it continued. 'You dumped stones on me. So you see to my stones...' It pointed brazenly at it's crotch at this. 'And when my stones are satisfied, I return home, and you can do whatever you like to this chasm.'

“The Empress considered this for a moment, and then agreed. Ordering her guard aside, Ghazal stepped forward. Taking note that the royal guard were still nearby and ready, the daeva moved with care as it sank to it's knees and took hold of the Empress' shoulders. The daeva stank of the fissure, dirt and foulness, sweat and bad breath. But Ghazal stood her ground. Then, with a growl, it tore Ghazal's dress in two, tatters of lace and gold thread flying to reveal her skin.

“Grabbing hold of her waist, uncaring of all the guard and workers standing there watching, the daeva easily lifted the Empress, turning her over and spreading her legs with a quick toss of it's chin. It shoved it's face into her pussy, licking and nuzzling and growling as he did. With one hand holding her steady, it's other sank into the dense fur across it's loins, yanking out a massive cock that rivaled a horse's in size. Helmeted with fleshy barb-like protrusions, the daeva shoved this cock into Ghazal's face. She barely had time to open her mouth before the cock was shoved inside, straining her mouth to it's limits and pushing into her throat.

“The daeva returned it's hand to holding Ghazal steady, slobbering all over her twat as it's hips thrust it's monstrous cock into her throat. And from the corners of her eyes, Ghazal could see all faces turned to watch her, her enormous tits hanging upside down and threatening to bang into her face, her legs splayed out wide to make way for the daeva's enormous face. And the sounds seened to fill her world. Slobbering and grunting from the daeva as it feasted upon her sex, her lips slurping and moaning around the massive invading dick. Saliva flowed at both ends, Ghazal getting slathered at both ends as it seemed to go on and on...

“Then, the daeva's grunts grew more insistent, and with only a moment's realization, Ghazal felt the cock erupt in her throat, foul seed blasting into her stomach, and back up into her mouth and nose, spraying out in a burst of spunk all over her face. Ghazal found herself coming as well, for the daeva apparently knew it's work upon her. She came with such force that the daeva found itself coughing from the sudden eruption from her.

“Lifting the Empress up off it's cock, her throat voiding itself of unswallowed semen, the daeva carefully turned her upright again, facing the crowd. One of the guards demanded that the daeva let the Empress go. The daeva laughed. 'My stones are not yet satisfied!' Indeed, it's cock was still rampant, and with both cock and pussy soaked, the daeva sank the Empress onto it's dick. Stretching with difficulty, the Empress' pussy was speared on the barbed shaft, going deeply into her before settling into a thrusting rhythm. The daeva held  her legs open, letting all gathered see their Empress being ruthlessly fucked by the enormous cock, still slick with it's first load.

“Ghazal, her face still covered in cum, moaned loudly, her belly stretching from within with each thrust. She grabbed her huge and heavy breasts, tweaking her nipples. She rode the beastial cock until, once again, the daeva growled and released into her, it's cock throbbing for all to see as it's seed entered her inner self, more than could be held, flowing out of her and all over the daeva's legs. Still not done, the daeva leaned over, setting the Empress down on hands and knees, rutting with her like an animal, never pausing it's ruthless fucking. She loudly came again as all eyes were upon her...

“Nine times the daeva blew it's loads into Ghazal. Her own screams, part pleasure, part torment, had grown hoarse. But, at long last, the daeva sighed and was still. Ghazal, feeling the enormous hands release their grip, pulled away, and slowly got up. Standing there, naked, hair tattered, makeup streaming, trembling, both legs with rivers of cum, and fighting the urge to prostrate and beg the daeva to mount her again, the Empress drew herself up and asked the daeva if it's stones were satisfied.

“The daeva chuckled, 'Yes, well satisfied.' Standing slowly, the daeva continued, 'Very well. I shall return home in peace. Give me time to climb back down.' It pointed to the sun overhead. 'When the sun sets for the third time, I will be home again. Do what you will to the chasm after that. But drop no stones until then, or I will come back up.'

“The Empress promised to wait three days, and the daeva lowered itself into the chasm again. Three days later, the work resumed. The chasm eventually filled, and the daeva was not seen again.

“Nine months later, the Empress gave birth to her second daughter...” Ms. Prattihara smiled as she turned around once again. “A daeva's spawn? Or perhaps a convenient tale?” Looking across the class, she took note of flushed cheeks, licking lips, and shuffling legs. There were soft whimpers in the room, and furtive glances across aisles. A quick glance left and right first, then Ms. Prattihara sighed. “Alright...”

The word was all that was needed, as girls reached over to boys to grab at belts, boys reached for girls to go up under shirts. When one boy stood and stepped forward, asking “Ms..?” as his hands undid his pants, the teacher simply popped the clasp on her skirt and stepped out of it, leaning against the black board and raising one leg wide to let his hard cock into her.

Truth be told, the tale of Empress Ghazal was of special interest to Ms. Prattihara. Just thinking about the Empress getting brutally fucked by that enormous cock in front of everyone just made her crave a deep, thorough fucking for herself...