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The Switch	By : GingerQ Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 2075 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Switch
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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THE SWITCH 5

PART FIVE

When Tori finally awoke,
she was in a completely different place.
It was cold and damp, dimly lit by just a few flickering torches. Thom iom itself felt hollow. The walls were made of dark gray stone and
the floor was polished black marble or granite, which seemed to make the
smallest sound resonate throughout the chamber.

Tori was in a small caged
area on a dirty, lumpy cot. There was a
bucket on the other side of the small area with some filthy rags lying beside
it to be used as a makeshift commode, she thought. She noticed a rat scurry across the floor out of the corner of
her eye and she jumped slightly.

"This place is
disgusting!" she said aloud.

Suddenly, a flash of blue
and white light materialized on the other side of the bars. "Well, what did you think a dungeon
would look like, my dear? Velvet
tapestries, silk sheets, and animal skin rugs, perhaps?" Ares said
sarcastically. He smiled wickedly at
her.

Gods, that smile. He's gorgeous! she thought as she stepped closer to him. Remembering her part, Tori looked at Ares
with puppy-dog eyes. "Why have you
thrown me in the dungeon, my Lord? Have
I done something to anger you?"
She spoke in a submissive tone.

"No, my sweet. You've done nothing. Unfortunately, though, your village
has," he said. His words sounded
like they carried a bit of regret with them.

"My Lord?"

He reached an arm through
the bars and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and sighed. "You see, there is trouble
brewing. Big trouble. The return of the light is said to be near,
and with it brings the end of all who are considered a deity. I am not powerful enough to fight this light
alone, as I am." He pulled back
his hand and let his eyes drop down her body and then back up to her face. He turned, and took a few steps away, while
he ran a hand through his thick, dark hair.

"What does that have
to do with me, my Lord, or my village?" she asked himusinusing him to turn
around and face her again.

He narrowed his eyes as he
spoke. "Your village?" he
laughed. "Your village has
betrayed you, little one. But that
matters not. You already said you were
willing to give your life for your village.
And, unfortunately, they have sealed your fate by leaving you as the
only virgin. I would have gladly chosen
another, and kept you for myself, but it is too late, now." The war god frowned at the thought.

"I don't
understand? What do you mean?"

Ares waved his hand in a
dismissing gesture. "You are just
a mortal. This situation is far bigger
than you. You would not
understand," he said, "but take comfort in knowing that you will die
for a greater purpose."

Tori gulped. "Die?"

Ares raised his eyebrows in
slight amusement. "Yes, die. You know, kkrrreeeeekkkk!" He made a motion with his finger slicing
across his neck, indicating a beheading.
"Oh, don't worry. It will
be quick . . . and not too painful."

Tori saw the look of
bloodlust in his eye as he lost himself in the vision. It was the same look that Cupid used to get
before a big battle or when he was torturing prisoners. Ares shook himself from his daydream and
looked at her again. "I must go
and prepare for the ceremony, now."

Before he vanished, Tori
started to plead with the god.

"No, wait please, my
Lord."

"What is it? I have things to do," he said
impatiently.

Tori mustered up her tears
and grabbed on to the bars of the cage.

"If I must give my
life for this cause of yours, please, won't you at least tell me what is it I
am dying for? Why me?"

Ares sighed. "Because, the light, this great entity
who threatens all the gods existences, is very powerful. I cannot defeat it alone."

"What about the other
gods?"

"The other gods don't
believe they are in danger. They think
I'm lying, trying to play some absurd trick on them. They will not join forces with me." Ares snickered, "Good riddance to them
then, I say. Let the light destroy
them, I don't care. They won�t be
laughing when I'm the only God left standing." The thought seemed to please him and a sly smile threatened to
escape from the corners of his mouth."

"And me? How do I fit into all of this?"

The smirk quickly left his
face. "I need a sacrificial virgin
to use during the ritual I am going to perform - to bring me great power. The offering of your life will make me
strong enough to fight the light. Fight
and win," he added. His
face was expressionless as his mind played out the events of the sacrament.

Tori dropped down to her
knees. "My Lord!" she
cried. When Ares looked to her again,
she was on the floor bowing to him in servitude. "I am honored to be sacrificed in your name, so that you may
live on. I give you my life willingly. I will not resist death by your hand, my
Lord."

Tori's willing compliance
angered Ares, yet he did not show it.
Here, he thought, was a pretty, young virgin, who was so empty at the
moment due to the loss of her loved ones, that she was willing to do anything
to make herself feel worthwhile, to make her life have some kind of value. He knew that she could be easily influenced
in whichever direction he wanted while in this state. And he wanted. He had
other plans for this young beauty, but now, thanks to her village, he had no choice
but to sacrifice her. A tinge of
compassion pinched his heart and no longer saw a need to keep her locked up in
this dreadful dungeon. She posed no
threat.

"Get up,
Victoria! Get off of that filthy
floor. If you are to be sacrificed,
then you should also be prepared.
Come," he reached out his hand for her to grab hold, "my
servants will bathe and feed you before it time for the service to occur."

~*~*~*~*~

Ares and Tori materialized
in a plush chamber. It was the complete
opposite of where she had just been.
Bright and warm, with a fire burning in a large fireplace. A table with fruits and wine sat against a
wall. Plush red velvet drapes were
drawn back to expose a large picture window that overlooked a beautiful garden
below. Beautifully carved wooden chairs
with fancy pillowed seats adorned the room, one by the fireplace, one by the
window, and two next to the table.

And then there was the
bed. It was huge, and looked like at
least five grown adults would comfortably fit in it. The silk sheets were a deep burgundy color and there were at least
ten big, feathery pillows atop. A fur
covering was folded across the bottom and part of it hung off the end of the
bed.

Tori looked up at the
handsome god's face with a bit of confusion at her new surroundings. Before she could even ask, Ares answered her
with a seductive smile.

"My chambers," he
said. He looked at her, and then at his
bed, and then back to her again as he entertained thoughts of the two of them
between the sheets. Then he said
sharply, "I have to go! The
servants will be in to tend to you."
He abruptly disappeared.

Without hesitation, Tori
reached for the dagger she had hidden on her leg and then retrieved the vile of
hind's blood from between her breasts.
She hurried over to the table where the food was set up. The large bowl of fruit would be the perfect
hiding place to keep her little trinkets until her bath was over. She quickly moved the fruit aside and
carefully hid the items, and hoped that she would have the opportunity to
retrieve them after her bath. She had
no sooner replaced the fruit in bowl again when the door opened and four women
servants entered the room. She quickly
stuck a plum in her mouth to overt any suspicion.

~*~*~*~*~

Tori kept up her charade during
her bath. The four women washed every
part of her, paying attention to the smallest detail. They even used pumice stone on her feet and
elbows, and then perfumed and oiled her body.
She was returned to Ares'
chambers, still naked, and one of the servants instructed her to dress in what
had been left for her on the bed. She
walked over to retrieve the clothing and held it up to examine it better. It was a pure white, silk robe, very basic
and simple in design. Floor length,
with long sleeves and made a v-shaped neckline when wrapped around the
front. A simple belt to tie it closed,
also made of white silk accompanied it.
Then she heard the door close and turned around to find that she was
alone once again.

Trying to keep up this act
of being the innocent female was more difficult than she had anticipated. Not to mention the affect that the god had
on her body. Every womanly sense she
had was at full attention any time he was in the same room as her. She kept thinking how much she wanted to be lying
with him on this huge, soft bed, doing naughty little things to his gorgeous
body.

Gods! This is worse than any torture that Cupid
could ever have come up with, she
thought as she sighed in frustration.
She sat down on the bed and placed her hand on the sheet and smoothed it
over the silky perfection. Then she let
it slide further away from her body until she was flat against the
mattress. She scooted closer to the
head of the bed and grabbed one of the pillows. Immediately, she detected a manly aroma, a mixing of the scent of
leather, and smoke and sandalwood, or maybe it was musk. She wasn't sure. She brought the pillow in front of her and hugged it to her body.
She buried her face into it, inhaled deeply, and closed her eyes.

The distinctive aroma of
the handsome war god made her mind start spinning and her body ache for his touch. Suddenly, she became lost in a vivid fantasy
of her and Ares together.

He was running his hands
over her body, pinching her nipples, while his head moved further and further
down her naked body with little kisses, until she couldn't see his face any
longer. Only a head of dark curls
bobbing between her legs could be seen.

She let out a faint moan
and hugged the pillow tighter, again deeply taking in his scent. One of her hands began to move closer to her
nether region, lightly carng hng her own soft skin.

She let her fingers slip
between her legs and found herself wet and aroused. She flicked them over her erect clit and her body suddenly
jerked. She moaned again and took
another deep breath of the pillow, as the pace of her fingers increased.

"Oh, Gods!" she
cried, unable to keep herself silent any longer. The vision of her fantasy and the feeling between her legs were
too far gone to keep under control.
"Oh, Ares!" she whispered.

"Yes, Victo Ye Yes, I'm here!" The deep, lustful voice startled her from
her daydream and her eyes shot open in shock.
Standing above her, with the most seductive grin on his face, was the
god she was just fantasizing about. She
froze in action and felt the blood rushing to her face, completely embarrassed
at being caught. He had to know she was
thinking about him, with his pillow drawn so close to her body.

"No, don't stop,"
he ordered as he grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the side. His eyes moved over the naked body that was
now exposed to him.

Her eyes widened at his
unexpected action and she wasn't sure what to do.

"Victoria! I said don't stop!" The demanding voice
also carried a slight sense of urgency in it.
Then she realized that he was also naked, and was rhythmically stroking
his large cock. Her eyes flowed over
the perfection of his body and she smiled and then timidly began to move her
fingers in her pussy again.

"Oh, yeah! That's it, baby. Play with that pussy for me.
I want to see you get yourself off!"

The sound of his husky
voice, the words he spoke, seemed to physically caress her body and she became
even more turned on by him. She was
mesmerized by the sight of the beautiful, bronzed body standing in front of
her, jacking off. She spread her legs
further apart, by bending her knees and bringing them up towards her chest, to
give him a better view, and then pushed two fingers inside herself. When she pulled them back out, he grabbed
her wrist with his free hand and brought her fingers to his mouth and licked
the juice from them.

"Mmmmm," he
purred as his tongue swirled around one and then the other.

Tori�s mouth fell open as
she watched in total awe. He was
extremely erotic. When he was done, he
released her wrist.

"Touch yourself again,
Victoria. Make yourself cum," he
cooed. The speed of his strokes started
to increase.

Actually, she didn't even
need to touch herself to cum. She could
have done that just by watching him lick her juices from her fingers, but she
did as she was told and began to fervently play with her pussy for him. Within moments, her hips jerked and her eyes
closed as she mumbled words of pleasure.

Ares smiled as the nipples
on her bountiful breasts turned into hard little peaks. Her wet fingers glistened in the light that
filtered in through the picture window and her pelvis pushed up into the air
and then would drop back on the bed, again and again, her legs spreading a
little further apart each time. Her
head swung from side to side and then she would throw it back and fling it
forward again, causing her soft, brown hair to fall forward around her pretty
face.

Ares loved to watch women
cum. Even the homeliest woman looks
beautiful when she cums. And so it was the
wonderfully erotic expressions that played across Tori's face as she exploded
that ultimately caused the war god to follow with the same. Ares' balls tightened and he squeezed his
hand around the base of his thick shaft as blood rushed to the head of his
cock. He slid his palm up the length
and milked his godseed anxiously, shooting it out like an erupting geyser. He sprayed his cream over her stomach and
breasts, never taking his eyes from her face the entire time. He grunted as the last of it was drained
from his perfect cock and smirked when he saw her reaction to being covered
with his cum. She liked it, and had
already rubbed the warm, wet deposits over her tits and down her torso with
both hands.

"Mmmmmm," she
moaned.

When the cum had dried, she
stretched while still lying on the bed, arching her back in the good feeling
had a big smile on her face. Finally,
she opened her eyes to look at him. He
was already fully clothed and was sitting at her feet.

"Feel better now,
love?" he asked softly.

She could only nod, still a
little embarrassed about what just happened.
It was definitely the oddest sexual experience she had engaged in. Not odd that she had touched herself in
front of another, but whole situation was just odd. Caught red handed in the act of pleasuring herself, while lying
on his bed, snuggled up to his pillow and picturing him. Had he been looking into her mind? What did he think about her now? Do all mortals act this way around him? Her mind was flooded with speculation.

He reached his hand out to
her and she took hold of it. He pulled
her into a sitting position and moved her closer to him.

"In case you couldn't
tell, I'm quite attracted to you, Victoria.
I only wish we had more time together . . . to explore this in more
detail. But that is out of the question! Nonetheles. .&. ." he placed one hand
on her cheek and slowly brushed his full lips against hers. Then he pulled back
briefly and looked into her eyes, and quickly returned to her lips again and
kissed her more passionately, parting her lips with his tongue to dance with
hers. He broke the kiss a moment later,
leaving her breathless, and finished his sentence, ". . . thank you for a
most pleasurable diversion."

When he stood up, his
entire attitude changed instantly. He
was once again the serious God of War, on a mission to destroy the light, the
manifestation of his destruction. He
turned around and looked down at her without emotion.

"Now, get
dressed. The ceremony begins
shortly."

"Can I get something to
clean myself off?" she asked, looking down at her cum-dried stomach.

He was silent for a moment
and then smiled wickedly.
"No," he said. "I
rather like the idea of you wearing my seed when you pass over into the next
life. It's almost . . . defiant, or
contradictory." He ran his thumb
and forefinger down the sides of his neatly trimmed beard as amusement
flickered in his eyes. "You may have
to be a virgin to be sacrificed, but the underworld will know that you were
once mine by the mark of my seed," he laughed a little arrogantly.

"As you wish, my
Lord," she agreed, bowing her head in respect.

~*~*~*~*~

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