King XXVIII Craddock

This novel include graphic sex scenes, some involving minors, rape and forced sex.  It is purely a fantasy and is not depicting real people or events.  It is intended as a satire and is meant to be both funny and stimulating. The stories have a political slant as you will see. I hope you enjoy them.  New chapters will be published as they are finished.

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In every generation there is at least one.  Sometimes, more than one, but not all live to adulthood and not all fully blossom.  Craddock was the first to follow after Cresendyas.  He lived in the mist-filled days after the fall of Atlantis after the demise of the 80 Legions and the disappearance of the fallen one.

In essence, Cresendyas found himself without family or friend and home after Atlantis fell. He said he had been booted from the garden, as he called it.  Where he came ashore after the destruction of Atlantis, no one knows for sure.  But Craddock, his son from  a beautiful woman Cresendyas met near what now is Greece, grew up knowing that his mission in life was to protect the family and make it stronger.  And no one could have been more wisely chosen or dedicated to that task. 

He was a large man who grew to fill his name.  He looked as though he was hewn from the hardest rock imaginable. It is said that the ground rumbled when he spoke and all enemies fled his path.

Craddock protected the cone sliver Cresendyas had brought back from Atlantis which was the only earthly remnant of the machine Belial had used to leave Atlantis.  The rest of the machine protruded into unseen dimensions, but some type of marker was needed if ever Belial wanted to be transported back to his point of origin.  The Quin Shuan Shalat was the physical manifestation of that transfer point remaining in this dimension. It could be moved and carried to distant locations, but its essence remained always hidden.

Was there ever a female embodiment of the Quin? I often am asked.   And the truth was, there have been some.  Cresendyas did not intend that the curse should always be born by males alone.  But in those times, among those barbaric peoples, women were often not in positions of authority to exercise control or power sufficient to protect the Quin.  So Craddock and subsequent generations strengthened and enhanced the male Quin tradition so that by our time, it was almost exclusively a male, testosterone-driven possession.

Belial was a creature of sex, who used it to control and dominate.  Craddock was determined to equal Belial's sexual powers.  He made enhancing the male organs of the males in the family, particularly for the prospects who might covet the role as Quin, a top priority in his and later generations. In addition to selective breeding, strange potions from all over the world were sought out and applied liberally to the appropriate segment of the bodies of countless potential male heirs.   The most well endowed were encouraged to mate with females who had delivered other well-endowed male heirs. 

The sliver of the Quin itself was a life source that appeared to enhance the process.  It transferred life-giving power and healed the sick and injured.  But Craddock was never able make it transport him to new dimensions.  He did not have Belial's knowledge of the cone and how it worked.  He knew that some day, Belial would use the Quin cone to return and his only defense was to be vigilant and prepared.

Atlantis had been the only community of any size in its day and Cresendyas and his heirs realized that a large community was too attractive and vulnerable to the same fate as befell Atlantis. It was many years before the heirs of Cresendyas would give up their nomadic existence.   Little evidence of their walking the earth exists in our time.  It was not until the  time of the people that preceded the Egyptians that large communities of any consequence began once again to spring up.

During those days of pre-history,  a large trade in human flesh sprung up in southern Europe and northern Africa.   The family of Cresendyas was attempting to find the most well-endowed males and fairest females to breed the ultimate embodiment of the Quin. The members of my family became known for its interest in and practice of bizarre sexual rituals.

Already there were some in the family who worshipped Belial and wished to follow in his ways.   They said that the secret to controlling the cone was to adopt the practices and policies of Belial and they organized orgiastic cults to celebrate the legions of names by which he became known. His most ardent followers settled in what is now Iran and formed strange Satanic religions.  They remained devoted to the darkest of sexual practices.

Despite the family schism, trade and intercourse between and among its most prominent branches continued well into the time of recorded history.  There were several attempts to steal the Quin cone and put it to work in behalf of Belial, but always the attempts ended in failure. Craddock and his heirs had done well in hiding the cone from outsiders.

He came across the perfect hiding spot during a trip deep into the heart of Africa. 

"Your highness, the land to the south is fertile and unpopulated," Jenusus, Craddock's closest advisor, reported to Craddock one day deep in pre-history.

"We have traveled for months looking for the perfect resting place for the cone," Craddock said. "You tell me now that this new land we have come upon is the ideal location for the resting spot of the Quin."

"It is an ideal land, sire, and has a very interesting spot where we can make it appear to disappear," Jenusus reported.

"That would be excellent, my compatriot, for the watching and guarding of the Quin is something that consumes me and the rest of my family almost to the point of exhaustion," Craddock said.

Over the years, Craddock and family had traveled  through the plains of Africa seeking a place where they could both rest and hide the Quin.  At that time, the Sahara did not extend so deeply into the African subcontinent  and the plain Craddock chose was lush and vital dominated by a large volcanic scar at its center. Caves led deep into the volcanic core which at night glowed a warm red from the flowing magma. 

Inside the caves across several rivers and lakes of magma and where it could be washed and cooled from above by a torrent of rain water that poured in from the roof of the volcano thousands of feet overhead Craddock and his family placed the Quin.  The cone, he thought, could never be found in such a remote location and hidden in such a deadly and and well chosen cave.  And for hundreds of years, he was right. 

He and part of his family settled around the base of the volcano and forbade all mention of the Quin.  The rest of the family moved on, resuming the nomadic life to which they'd become accustomed. Caddock himself moved on with them.  He did not want his presence to become a clue to the Quin's whereabouts. Craddock's village, named Valdignya, became a stop on the African slave route visited annually by dozens of slave caravans.  No outsider suspected what was hidden in the nearby volcano or what made the local waters so abundant with life.

Craddock visited the village frequently as a slave trader himself and always checked to make sure his secret was safe and secure.  It was during one spring mating ritual that the locals welcomed Craddock back to Valdignya with unsettling news.

"It was a trade caravan from the north headed by a fellow who claimed to from the village of Belial in the lands known as Persia," Jenusus reported.  "He asked all sorts of strange questions about you and the whereabouts of the elixir of life."

"I hardly believed they could follow us all of the way to here,"  Craddock said.  "And you are sure they suspected nothing."

"I assure you, lord, you left us here to guard and protect the Quin," Jenusus said. "No one said anything to reveal the truth. But they had to take notice of the life-giving effects in the local water and the abundance of wildlife in the area.  That may have stirred their curiosity."

"And did it appear they might return?"

"Lord, as you told us when you left, we invited them back for the mating ritual of the new rainy season because we knew you would be here and know what to do," Jenusus said. "A spotter saw their caravan 20 miles distant to the south.  They have been wandering aimlessly across the veldt."

"They continued to search for me and my caravan," Craddock said.  "But it is better we meet them here on our ground."

The mating ritual held annually was an orgiastic free for fall without the Satanic overtones the sons of Belial practiced.   Belial's descendants celebrated death. Craddock's ceremony was meant as a celebration of life and the sexual forces that gave rise to life.  Most years, Jenusus--as Craddock's second in command--presided over the festivities. This year, Craddock himself re-assumed control.

The basic idea was that anyone could fuck anyone else in a week of debauchery designed to curtail some of the passions the local waters stirred. In a community where mating was controlled through much of the rest of the year due to the breeding plan in effect, Craddock and his leaders felt that such a release valve was needed to calm the accumulated lust.  The idea was that if you fancied someone during the year but were forbidden to have sex with them because your mating would not likely result in a well-endowed male, you could at least have at them during the mating orgy.

Craddock started the proceedings off that year with the annual deflowering of the virgins.  Any girl who had come of age that year and who wanted to participate was deflowered by the male with the largest appendage.  It was hoped that a girl so deflowered would develop a preference for such a male and choose a life mate who could keep her similarly satisfied.  It always seemed to me, however, that given the difficulty some girls have surrendering their hymen's, starting the girls off with smaller dicks made more sense. Perhaps that's why small appendage males continued to pop up like weeds in subsequent generations. Some women grew to prefer the smaller sizes.

 But the ancients thought differently about such things.  As the the largest and most viral male, Craddock had the honor of deflowering the 25 virgins brought to him that spring.  You might thing Jenusus would have been loath to give up that chore, but as the reigning male in Craddock's absence, he had the right to poke any non-virgin girl in the village any time he wished. And he often did more than wish.

The virgin girls were assemble in a line nude before a gathering in the village and were told to stand with their legs apart so they could be inspected to make sure their hymens were intact.  It was Craddock's duty to go up and down the  line to probe the girls' moistest, most shielded areas to make sure the dam had already not been burst. In reality, no girl who was not a virgin would volunteer to participate in these proceedings.  Chances are, their parents would have already made such an inspection repeatedly.  The embarrassment of trying to pretend to be a virgin was just too great.

Several large caravans had stopped at the village to attend the festivities.  The group led by one of Belial's disciples came in early, hoping to catch Craddock before he could reach the protection of the village, but Craddock had been warned of the possibility, and came in even earlier himself. The Belial caravan was led by a short, bearded, bald man by the name of Wendila.

Some of the girls, legs apart, smiled and waved to the crowd as their names were announced and they were inspected. Others looked apprehensive and embarrassed.  The girls went by lot number and the first chosen to be deflowered was a tiny, little creature named Ktira.

She was laid on a pillow-covered altar at the center of the encampment and her feet were tied so her legs were spread.  Some girls in the past had struggled to get away from the large instrument invading their bodies and had been injured.  Tying them down so they were snugly held in place made it less likely any serious damage would be done.

The population of of the village had swelled from several hundred to several thousand during the spring festivities.  Wendilla told his top lieutenant, Locaric, to make sure all exits from the village were guarded.  He was not about to let Craddock slip out from the village without revealing where the Quin was hidden.

Craddock stepped up to the altar and unsheathed his "weapon" of the evening. There a was an audible gasp as the size of his swollen organ was revealed.

"Look there," Wendilla told Locaric, "tell me that is not the Craddock we have been searching for, whose penis extends beyond the realm of all others."

As Craddock pushed into Ktira, her  face contorted in a moment of agony.  There was a sudden trickle of blood as her hymen gave way and suddenly her grimace of pain parted into a wave of unadulterated pleasure.  Her moist lips grew dry and her nipples became erect.

It was not necessary that Craddock do more than break the girls' hymens but seeing Ktira was enjoying his penetration of her, he thrust more vigorously.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue actually lolled outside her mouth.

"Oh oh," she moaned.

"Lord, Ktira has asked a favor that I originally was to perform," Jenusus said, speaking from nearby. "She has asked that you also penetrate her backside to make sure she is prepared for this week of festivities."

Craddock was still pumping vigorously in her front hole.

"Should I flip her over?" Craddock said.

"The choice, lord, is yours, however, if we slip a pillow beneath her to raise her in this position I think you will find her very accommodating," Jenusus said.

The pillow was brought in and her legs were tied around Craddock's massive shoulders so he could have clear access to her rear hole. Again, she went through a period of excruciating pain, and then her rubbery elastic hole gave ways and she was bucking back rhythmically against Craddock.  Again she was moaning to Craddock's music like it had infected her soul.

"My god, look how he spreads that girl, like she would split open and yet, she seems to love it," Wendilla told Loncaric.  "Surely, this is Craddock, descendant of Cresendyas and this generation's Quin embodiment.  The device must be hidden somewhere nearby."

"I will have our men surround the altar and make sure he does not escape into the night," Loncaric said.

After Ktira's backside ride, could any other of the virgin girls do anything less?  It became a tradition from that point on that every girl who participated in the ceremony would have both of their holes punctured for the first time.  It was a she vixen name Olathe' who insisted that she sit facing forward on Craddock's lap, legs splayed, feet on the top part of Craddock's legs as her lord rammed her asshole.  After that, every other virgin wanted to try that position for the orgasm Olathe' gave forth seemed to erupt like the nearby volcano itself in a torrent of water.

By the time the last girl was de-virginized, the entire camp was caught up in a frenzy of sexual activity. Even Wendilla's and Loncaric's own men were caught up in the frenzy.  The whole encampment smelled of wet, rollicking sex.  Loncaric could not raise his men to surround the altar and grab Craddock.

"Come, lord, it is up to you and I to stop him," Loncaric called.  He'd seen Craddock exit from the far side of the altar into the night beyond the light of the burning torches.

Wendilla grabbed a knife and followed Loncaric into the night.

Neither he or Loncaric were ever seen after that although strange sounds were heard on the volcano that night and its magma seemed to glow much brighter, at least for an instant. Their leaders gone, Wendilla's exhausted men awoke the next morning to have spears pointed in their faces.  They, too, soon fed the volcano's growing lust for flesh.

In time, as civilizations rose and fell, the descendants of Craddock would provide royalty and leadership to the world while the SOB's remained hidden and stunted in their isolated enclaves in what would become one day, the empire of Persia.